Taking out the last can of black tea and closing the refrigerator door, Leona Grant spread his hands. "There's nothing to eat for lunch."
He would never tell Annabelle Linton that he had instructed the housekeeper to empty the refrigerator before leaving.
As for his reason... Heh.
"Then what should we do?" Annabelle Linton's eyes were glued to the game on the monitor. She answered casually while shooting zombies, "Figure something out. We can eat out or you can cook. I don't mind either way."
Leona Grant's eye twitched as he watched her land one headshot after another on the zombies on screen. Frowning, he asked, "Why do you like playing these kinds of games?"
He knew Annabelle Linton enjoyed gaming, but watching her constantly play such bloody, gruesome games felt so jarring.
'It just doesn't fit her personality. I'd have thought someone like her would be content with a simple match-3 puzzle game.'
