'Ugh, a whole week has passed and his wound still hasn't healed. He even whines about the pain all day long. He's completely shameless.'
She brought the meal upstairs. Leona Grant was at work.
He was propped up against the headboard, a black laptop resting on his lap. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he raced against time. With his eyes still glued to the screen, he reached for the coffee on the bedside table and took a sip.
But he had barely taken a sip when he saw Annabelle Linton standing there with his food, staring at him with a blank expression.
Quick as a flash, Leona Grant shut his laptop, scrambled out of bed, and said with a grin, "Time to eat! Playing games gets so boring."
Annabelle: "..."
'But I clearly saw him working.'
Annabelle placed the food on the table. It was a simple meal—just plain white rice with a couple of side dishes.
