Looking at Monique’s stuffed cheeks, Henry frowned. “Eat slowly, don’t choke on your food.”
Monique had picked up a huge piece of meat and was about to devour it, but she stopped and stared at the charming man sitting across her.
Her grandfather used to say the exact words when she stuffed her face with spaghetti. ‘Eat slowly… Don’t choke on your food.’
In actual fact, Monique was not that crazy about food. She just thought that her actions would deter him since she assumed that men would not be attracted to a glutton.
No matter how expensive her clothes were, it would always appear sloppy on her.
She was not fit to be a lover.
She was unequipped in many areas. She disliked the restrictive feeling of luxurious clothes, the looming fear of getting something on it, and worrying that she might fall anytime while walking in heels.
She was also not a fan of ordering so much food that would eventually end up in the trash.
She hopes that the man in front of her would get sick and tired of her sooner.
“You like it?” Henry asked.
Monique swallowed the food in her mouth and laughed. “It’s not bad.”
Henry stared at the piece of meat on her fork with his dark, brooding eyes and said, “Feed me.”
Monique furrowed her brows. “Hmm? This? I already took a bite.”
Monique waved the fork in her hand and said, “I’ll cut you another piece.”
“No, I want this. I’ve tasted you before, there’s no need for that,” Henry said calmly.
Shaun was about to enter the room when he heard their conversation at the door.
He curled the corner of his mouth. The chairman was getting smoother with his words.
He knew that this was not the time to interrupt them, and he opted to quietly stand at a corner near the door.
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