The next day at the dining table, Holly looked completely downcast, not even glancing at Leo and focusing solely on eating from her own bowl.
"What's wrong, still angry?"
Leo looked at Holly's gloomy demeanor, touched his nose, and felt it was somewhat amusing.
She's just too adorable, he thought, finding her extremely cute.
Holly continued eating by herself, showing no intention of acknowledging Leo.
"Here."
Leo suddenly took a designer bag from the table, placed it atop it, and gazed at Holly with a gentle expression.
Holly glanced up, casually looked at Leo, and then resumed eating.
In truth, she was quite curious about the contents of the bag, but she didn't want to show it.
"Don't want it?"
Leo looked at Holly, a faint smile at his lips.
Holly said nothing.
She was still in a state of anger, and she couldn't give in so easily; otherwise, she would lose face.
