"Tom, are you really blind, do you like her that much?"
Vinny Hawke slapped his chopsticks on the table and shouted angrily.
Damon Hawke's brows furrowed slightly as he looked at Vinny, "Sis, I thought you should have understood my feelings long ago."
Vinny's chest heaved, "Fine, great, you like her, but what about her? She doesn't care about you that much. Look at what she served you? It's all food you don't like! If she liked you, how could she not know your preferences?"
Hearing this, Elara Don instinctively looked at the food in Damon's bowl.
She really wasn't sure about Damon's taste preferences.
So, the dishes she just served were ones Damon didn't like?
"Sis, people's tastes can change. Just because I didn't like something before doesn't mean I don't like it now."
Damon spoke calmly, "The main thing is, as long as she serves it to me, even if it's poison, I'd eat it."
The man's tone was plain, but there was a hint of affection in his dark eyes.
