On the surface, Shirley Thorne was oblivious to the world, her mind singularly focused on eating a big shumai.
Shirley Thorne's inner monologue: *insert screaming marmot meme here.*
She stealthily tilted her head to glance at the man beside her. He hadn't even twitched an eyebrow; he was completely focused on his meal, as if he hadn't heard the conversation between Master Chef Miller and Florence Langley at all.
'Damn it, am I the only one who's so embarrassed by Florence and Master Miller's conversation that my face is as hot as the sun?'
Shirley Thorne ate her food in silence, shooting a glare at Florence Langley.
After spending so much time with the girl, she'd have to be an idiot not to realize Florence had done that on purpose.
Ugh...
How should she put it?
She was still very touched by the tycoon's thoughtfulness, it was just...
Fine, she was just too much of a coward to deal with the embarrassment!
