It was almost noon by the time they came out from another restaurant. Monique felt like they had gone through all the restaurants in B City. He had been dissatisfied with all the restaurants. He must be full even if he was just taking a bite in each of the restaurants.
Monique’s stomach was growling. She felt slightly awkward.
Monique gritted her teeth yet she could do nothing about it. She would not ask for this wicked man’s forgiveness regardless.
However, Monique was terribly tortured. She was awakened despite not having enough sleep this morning. She had not even had any meal and had to stare at so many delicious food. If she did not take it well, her saliva might have flowed out.
“Your stomach is more honest than your mouth to beg for mercy,” Henry mocked her openly.
His low and magnetic voice sounded light, yet was not as stern as before.
Monique rolled her eyes. She could tell that he had been pranking her because of what she said last night. She gave it a thought and came to realize that it might not be entirely the same as she thought. Even though he was abominable, he had not actually done anything nasty to her, except humiliate her. If he was really a pedophile, he might not have come and slept with her in one room so that she could monitor his behavior.
Monique could not stand any more so he slightly raised his lips. This stubborn woman!
She was terribly hungry yet she was so stubborn that she was not willing to beg him.
“This is for you,” Henry took out an exquisite lunch box from his back with his long hand. The aroma came out from the inside.
Monique was slightly stunned. She did not take it from him. She had been smelling fragrance along the way so she thought it was a hallucination out of anger, little did she know it was the delicious food he packed.
Henry dropped his eyes and looked at her with his dark eyes, like a superior king.
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