Seeing Sophie, who looked like a bristling little beast, Thomas Shannon furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "Didn't Old Mr. Standford say you should observe dietary restrictions? Have you forgotten?"
A second ago, Sophie Sullivan had been full of arrogance. The next second, she deflated like a punctured balloon.
Dietary restrictions... They were, without a doubt, the cruelest thing ever. Gourmet food was right in front of her, yet she couldn't eat it. Sophie finally understood what it meant to be tormented while alive. She was experiencing it right now. It was pure torture.
The lustrous, thick white porridge in the small bowl had been specially prepared for her by the Chief Chef.
Sophie held the small bowl, resentfully spooning the porridge into her mouth.
The man next to her was indulging in rich and spicy food. The stark contrast... Sophie covered her face, not wanting to say anything at all.
After dinner, Thomas Shannon didn't stay long and soon left.
