The dishes arranged were all Travis Miller's favorites.
Abigail Hemsworth didn't originally want to accompany him. Just as she was about to leave, she found herself inexplicably watched by the father and son in the living room.
"Finished eating?"
"Still eating."
"You two really aren't in a tiff?" Rocky Hemsworth asked.
Abigail took a deep breath, "I came out to get my water cup."
She walked over to the coffee table, bent down, picked up her water cup, and then returned to the dining room.
Travis Miller seemed to have figured she'd obediently come back to accompany him for the meal. It wasn't until she sat across from him that he looked up at her.
"If you're really looking to argue with me, staying at Hemsworth Family isn't as comfortable as the apartment."
Abigail held her water cup with an indifferent expression.
"I'm not arguing. I'll be staying here for a while."
Travis furrowed his brow slightly, chewing his food slowly before putting down his chopsticks.
