At the dinner table, Connor Grant, whose soul had just suffered massive damage, lowered his head and shoveled white rice into his mouth, silently protesting to his dear big brother.
Lily Shaw's eye twitched a little at the sight. She suddenly felt like she'd figured out where that weird vibe from earlier had come from.
"Connor, is it that my cooking doesn't suit your taste?" Lily put on a hurt expression as she looked at Connor, while stealing a glance at the man beside her. Sure enough, the Eldest Young Master Grant's gaze instantly changed, and she snorted inwardly.
Receiving his older brother's threatening look, Connor gave an awkward laugh. "No, no, that's not it, sis-in-law, don't get me wrong."
Aiden Grant calmly picked up a beef meatball and dropped it into Connor's bowl. Watching his face light up like he'd just been bestowed royal favor, Aiden's lips curled slightly. "Don't be shy. Just take whatever you want to eat."
