At the dining table.
The man sat with unparalleled elegance, his presence intimidatingly strong.
He acted as if he hadn't noticed anything, looking spirited and full of energy.
Eva Nightingale furrowed her brows, unable to hold the chopsticks steadily, and looked with disbelief at the man across from her. Was he not tired?
This morning, he had held her small hand for a long time to help him, leaving her hand exhausted and sore, switching from the left to the right and back again.
She had helped him for so long.
He seemed unsatisfied, wanting to continue in bed. She immediately whimpered and begged for mercy beneath him, narrowly escaping further entanglement. She still remembered his words about collecting debt.
Yet now.
He sat there leisurely, eating as if nothing had happened in the morning.
Are all men like this?
After everything is done, do they really act like nothing happened?
