She turned around, her eyes blazing, only to see that the man standing behind her had already opened the lunchbox. He pinched a piece of Osmanthus Cake between his fingers and popped it into his mouth.
A taste so salty it bordered on bitter instantly wreaked havoc on his tongue. Even Julian Winslow, who was normally an expert at concealing his emotions, couldn't stop an indescribably pained expression from twisting his handsome face.
Seeing this, Shalma Hughes burst into loud laughter. Her delicate features danced with amusement, radiating an inexplicably alluring charm.
"You were the one who wanted to eat it. You can't blame me."
Julian quickly stepped forward. To Shalma's astonishment, he wrapped his arm around her waist. Shalma's eyes widened in shock. She pushed with all her might but couldn't shove the man away.
She thought, "What a bastard!"
