Rona Cole frowned slightly at her son. "You silly boy, why aren't you serving Serena any food? You're hopeless."
"She has her own hands. Why should I serve her?"
Rona Cole finally understood why this brat of hers couldn't find a girlfriend. With an attitude like that, what girl would want to be with him?
"Serena, dear, don't mind him. He's not usually like this. He probably had a rough day at the office."
"Not at all, Auntie. I actually think Morgan is great. I like him a lot."
Serena Lynn put down her chopsticks. She linked her fair, delicate hand through Morgan Joyce's arm and spoke with a saccharine smile.
'Since I'm not planning on going back to Wesland anytime soon, I might as well play Matchmaker and tie these two together for good before I leave.'
Morgan Joyce pulled his arm away with a look of distaste, shooting Serena Lynn a warning glance.
Serena Lynn pouted, then cheerfully went back to eating.
