"What's with the act?" Caroline sneered, her voice dripping with disdain but deliberately lowered. "Get out! I'm telling you to get out!"
Sherilyn's lips curled into a sly smile as she glanced toward the kitchen. The beef pies were ready, and Gilbert was plating them.
"What do you think he'd say if I told him what you just said?"
"Go ahead," Caroline raised an eyebrow, fearless. "You really think a few days with him can compete with the decades I've spent with him? That's laughable!"
Inside, Gilbert was already approaching with a plate in hand.
"Beef pies are ready."
Caroline scoffed, "If you're shameless enough, eat them! I'll consider it feeding a dog."
"Gilbert, Caroline."
Francis, carrying the beef pies, placed them on the dining table. Men's intuition might not be as sharp as women's, but he could sense... something was off. Caught in the middle, he felt quite uncomfortable. He sat down next to Sherilyn, a bit awkwardly. "Bet you're starving, let's eat."
"Sure."
Caroline spoke first, picking up chopsticks and picking up a dumpling, dipping it in vinegar. But instead of eating it herself, she offered it to Sherilyn.
"Here, Sherilyn, try this... I made them myself, got up early and everything."
The dumpling was right in front of her, and all Sherilyn had to do was open her mouth to take a bite... and she'd be the dog Caroline was talking about! She absolutely couldn't eat that dumpling.
"Come on." Caroline urged, "My arm's getting tired..."
She pushed it closer, practically touching Sherilyn's lips.
Whack!
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