"I'm not hungry." Victoria Gibson pursed her lips and reached out to tighten the bathrobe around her.
Her arms and exposed thighs were covered in obvious marks...
Just one glance could make one think of a seductive picture.
This made her very uneasy, instinctively wanting to hide.
As she walked forward, she caught a glimpse of the coffee table in the small living room from the corner of her eye, and paused...
Someone had already tidied it up.
It was clean and neat, nothing was left behind...
Her pupils contracted slightly, her heart felt like a heavy stone was pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
"If you don't eat, your body won't be able to handle it. How about I cook you a bowl of noodles?" Auntie Wilson said, turning around ready to leave.
"Wait!" Victoria Gibson suddenly thought of something and called out to Auntie Wilson.
Gripping the bathrobe so tightly her fingertips began to turn white.
