“It’s delicious, thank you.” Monique knew he was angry, so she purposely tried to find a topic to talk about.
Henry sat lazily, and rolled his eyes. Was that a hungry ghost in front of him? She looked nothing like a woman.
He was still furious. He saved her today, but she showed no sign of appreciation, and even avoided him, such an ingrate person. He looked at her with a sullen expression, and remained silent.
The atmosphere in the room was eerie to the bone.
Although Monique was still eating, his stare made her feel awkward to eat her dinner.
“Why are you staring at me for the entire night? Do you like me?” She looked up with her almond eyes, the corner of her lips lifted. She mustered up her courage and asked in a joking manner. It was unpleasant when some words were hiding in her heart.
“Like you? Why don’t you look into the mirror? How could I, Young Master Moore, be interested in you?” Henry sneered and ridiculed without even thinking about it.
That was right, how could he like her?
“What’s the matter with me, in any case, I’m still a woman,” She teased.
“Who told you that you’re a woman? Your chest is flat and you’ve no figure. Your table manners are awful too.” Henry raised his eyebrows lightly and smiled, though he had a disgusted look on his face.
“Then why are you being so nice to me?” She took a look at him, as she was really curious.
Since he disliked her, why was he being nice to her, and he even brought her food.
Her parents, who were closed to her, did not want her. On the contrary, why was this rich and handsome man in front of her being so nice to her?
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