"Who are you calling shameless? I'm paying my way, not freeloading."
Laura Lowell took a small sip of her milk tea and raised an eyebrow. "You're not that devastatingly handsome heartthrob you used to be. You're starting to look more like a side of pork belly."
Zachary Redgrave nearly coughed up blood. He hated being called fat more than anything; it was worse than death.
"Laura Lowell, you really have no filter, do you? How dare you call *me* fat?"
Laura Lowell gave a good-natured smile. "I'm sure you've weighed yourself. Don't act like you don't know whether you've gained weight or not. Go on, keep eating. One of these days, you'll eat yourself into an early grave."
"Shut up! I'm starting my diet and hitting the gym tomorrow."
Of course Zachary Redgrave had weighed himself. But faced with food that looked, smelled, and tasted so perfect, he just couldn't control himself.
'Looks like I'll have to go back to the family estate for a while.'
