"Very good, thank you, Grandmother." Victoria Gibson walked towards her nervously, pressing her hair with her hand, afraid that Grace Yakov would see the hickey on her neck.
So embarrassing!
Thinking of this, Victoria Gibson immediately turned her head and glared at Chad Yakov, who was sitting at the dining table, already eating breakfast without a care.
He did such a good deed, yet he wasn't the least bit guilty.
"Victoria, why do you keep holding your neck with your hand? Did you sleep in a bad position and sprain it?" Grace Yakov noticed her actions and asked with suspicion.
Beside her, Eddy Sherman also looked up at Victoria Gibson upon hearing this.
"No, I just... just..." Victoria Gibson didn't expect Grace Yakov to notice something wrong with her and couldn't think of an explanation, almost biting her tongue from nervousness.
"Grandmother, she's just shy." Chad Yakov leisurely opened his mouth, placing a piece of ham near his lips.
Victoria Gibson: "..."!!
