As Liam Wentworth drank his congee, he couldn't stop himself from sizing up Zoe Monroe.
She was proud and aloof, with a reserved disposition, but she also had a pair of captivating fox eyes that made her look both cold and alluring.
He was at a loss for words, unable to describe the complex aura about her.
But one thing was for sure: Zoe Monroe was beautiful.
'Jonathan Thorne, that old stoic, is actually into this type? You'd never know it!'
Perhaps he had caught a chill last night; the blanket had only covered half his stomach. He couldn't help but let out a few sneezes.
Jonathan Thorne shot him an indifferent glance.
'Utter disgust!'
The atmosphere during breakfast was strangely tense. Zoe Monroe sipped her congee, glancing out of the corner of her eye at an unopened breakfast container on the table. It smelled a little strange.
"That's the fermented bean drink and fried dough rings I got for Liam Wentworth. He didn't eat them," Jonathan Thorne explained.
