"But if he goes to the restaurant and then comes here, it'll take an hour or two, right?" Bella Green mumbled.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she changed her tune: "He can also bring it over, and after eating, he can drop me home directly."
Mason Bennett, who was making a call, turned his eyes to her with a mysterious look, pursed his lips without speaking, and hung up the phone he was on.
"Elliot Morris's phone is off, you should cook."
Bella Green: "..." Is it really that coincidental?
"Or should you try calling again?" Bella Green frowned.
Upon hearing that, Mason Bennett said nothing, gazing at her with an indifferent expression.
Seeing the cold gaze of the man, Bella Green suddenly stood up and headed for the kitchen.
"Never mind, I'll just go cook first."
Watching the young man head towards the kitchen, Mason Bennett rubbed his temples helplessly, then got up and followed.
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