She ate a little quickly.
Though she refused to acknowledge him, she waited for him to take his first bite before she started eating.
'His daughter... so polite, yet she's suffered so much.'
Cecilia Adler finished eating and put down her chopsticks, but she didn't leave.
Titus Shaw knew she was waiting for him to finish.
'If I stop eating, she'll probably leave immediately, won't she?'
He asked the shopkeeper for another bowl and said, deliberately, "Cecilia, aren't you leaving?"
Cecilia glanced at him and let out a cold "Hmph."
Titus Shaw asked, "What do you have in your bag? It's all stuffed full."
Cecilia pulled out a jar. "Shampoo, peppermint-scented. It's for you. Use it twice a week. Now, hurry up and eat." She was starting to get antsy.
'But he was her elder. That was an unchangeable fact.'
'No matter how much she disliked him, she couldn't abandon basic etiquette.'
'She had to let him know that her grandparents had raised her well.'
