Molly Walker glanced at the pastry she had just eaten. It appeared to be sweet, but in reality it was filled with pickled meat. The crispy exterior was stuffed with pickled vegetables. What kind of devilish cuisine was this?
She tossed the snack from her hand. The men at the table all looked at her with various degrees of scrutiny.
Especially after the scene of her vomiting just now, their faces were somewhat unpleasant.
The previous action, which led to misinterpretations, made it hard for anyone not to think too much.
Molly kept a straight face, but her heart was pounding.
It had been almost a month since she last slept with Michael Gallagher. Her menstruation was irregular, and she didn't pay much attention to it.
Could it be that her luck was this bad?
Daniel Thompson also looked bewildered, and calm down his interests in Molly along with everyone else's.
It wasn't appropriate to ask in front of everyone, so he changed the way he introduced her.