But as the younger brother, caught in the middle, he genuinely found it difficult to voice certain things.
The waiter gradually served the dishes, and the clink of porcelain plates filled the air.
Vivian Sinclair lifted her head, reached for the chopsticks, and began to eat leisurely.
Perhaps having finally made a decision, she felt relieved, and consequently, even her appetite was better than usual.
She even thought today's meal was particularly tasty, and the soup seemed more delicious than usual.
Curtis Prescott, however, never picked up his chopsticks.
He watched her eat, her cheeks slightly puffed out.
Watching her like this, he couldn't help but smile faintly, a subtle amusement lingering in his eyes.
Vivian finished her last bite, raised her hand, and wiped her mouth with a napkin.
Then she lifted her head, about to say something, but accidentally met his gaze.
In that moment of eye contact, time seemed to pause for a second.
