"I added honey," Jensen Morrison said, placing the peeled shrimp into Ivy Holden's bowl.
Penelope Quinn leaned over to Diana Dunn and whispered, "If anyone ever tells me again that Director Morrison is some overbearing CEO, I'll fight them."
"Huh?" Diana Dunn didn't understand what Penelope Quinn meant.
"He's clearly a total sweetheart! Just look at that..." Penelope Quinn glanced again at Jensen Morrison, who was peeling shrimp.
"That depends on who he's with," Diana Dunn said, picking up a shrimp with her chopsticks and giving it to Penelope Quinn. "I'd suggest you just focus on eating. Otherwise, when the tiger shows its claws, you won't get to eat even if you want to."
The rest of the table automatically tuned out the certain "sweetheart," wolfed down their food, and then scattered like birds and beasts.
