Morgan Joyce's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at the chicken leg in his bowl. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his narrow eyes glinted with displeasure. He hated this kind of indirect contact with other women.
Morgan Joyce put down his chopsticks and looked up, his expression dark. "I'm sorry, but you can't pursue me, and I won't ever like you."
Rejected so bluntly, Dr. Lorell could barely hide her embarrassment. The air was thick with unbearable awkwardness.
Under the table, Hannah Hale poked Morgan Joyce's arm, shooting him a look that urged him to diffuse the tension.
Morgan Joyce pushed his tray aside and turned to look at her. "I'm full. How about you?"
"I... I'm not done yet. If you're full, you can head back to your room."
'I asked him to diffuse the tension, not to just up and leave. This guy is unbelievable.'
