Lately, Angela and Dexter had been living together rather peacefully. Angela had never seen Dexter this angry before—it was entirely unlike him.
"Did you forget? This is my house." she sneered coldly. "You're just a guest here."
Dexter was momentarily at a loss for words. His retort was caught in his throat.
"Angela, don't be angry anymore. Since Mr. Bamford is back, why don't we just eat together? There's no need for all this tension." Finn spoke up as he knocked lightly on the door from outside.
Angela let out a disdainful huff before opening the door to step out.
Finn was standing there with his signature gentle smile, his demeanor so refined that it was hard to refuse him.
"Mr. Bamford, would you like to join us?" Finn asked politely.
Angela believed Dexter would never swallow his pride and agree.
"Sure."
To Angela's surprise, Dexter actually headed to the kitchen, grabbed a plate, and sat down at the table.
Angela was dumbfounded.
Why was Dexter suddenly acting like this?
"Come on, don't be upset," Finn said, patting her shoulder comfortingly with a smile.
And so, their awkward dinner commenced.
Angela sat in the middle, piling up the grill with meat. With a cold expression, she picked up some grilled vegetables and dipped them in dipping sauce before stuffing them into her mouth.
But no sooner had she taken a mouthful than she began coughing uncontrollably.
Finn immediately stood up to pour her a glass of warm water, even patting her back in a flustered manner. "Eat slower. No one's going to take your food from you."
His tone was as gentle as his actions. The contrast between him and Dexter couldn't have been starker.
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