Raina Bell carefully placed some food onto Thomas Shannon's plate, aiming to create an intimate atmosphere.
Sophie Sullivan glanced over and scoffed, "He doesn't eat onions."
The frost on the man's face showed signs of thawing.
Did she remember his dietary restrictions?
An embarrassed flush spread over Raina Bell's face. She genuinely hadn't known that Thomas Shannon didn't eat onions.
A closer look confirmed it: the dish she had just placed on Thomas Shannon's plate did indeed contain onions…
"Young Master…" Raina Bell's voice was tinged with a slight whimper.
SLAP!
Sophie Sullivan slammed her chopsticks on the tabletop. She looked up. "I'm trying to eat. Are you deliberately trying to ruin it with your sniveling?"
Raina Bell flinched and cautiously turned her head to look at Thomas Shannon beside her.
"If you ruin my appetite any further, I won't be so polite," Sophie Sullivan warned, then picked up her chopsticks and resumed eating.
