"Ronan Kendrick doesn't like animal blood," Evelyn Ford quickly intervened.
Ronan Kendrick actually wasn't a picky eater. Hearing her words, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Evelyn Ford with a smile, a glint in his eye that only she could understand.
"Ronan Kendrick needs to build up his strength?" Quincy burst out laughing. 'These clueless people,' he thought. 'They have no idea how terrifying Ronan is.'
If a hercules who can lift two people with one hand needs to build up his strength, then I must be as fragile as Diana Lynch—I'm the one who really needs it.
Of course, nobody cared whether he needed it or not.
"Then let's give it to Peter Owens and the boys," Officer Graham said, completely ignoring Quincy's eager stare.
"So, does nobody want to watch TV tonight?"
Wyatt Vaughn picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it right into Quincy's mouth. "Can't you be quiet for a second?"
