After dinner, Hunter Collins sat on the sofa, occasionally glancing towards the door.
Serena came over with a plate and a sweet smile on her face.
"Bro, I made you apple crabs. Cute, huh?"
She was all smiles and innocence. "I also made pear birds and strawberry Santas. Do they look like what they're supposed to be?"
She pointed to the fruits on the plate with her injured finger.
Hunter Collins noticed at once. "You hurt yourself?"
He took the plate from her and immediately ordered a servant, "Get the first aid kit."
The servant rushed off.
Serena feigned surprise at her finger. "I must've nicked it when I was cutting the fruits. It's nothing; it's not hurting at all. I didn't even notice until you pointed it out."
"You nicked your finger, and it doesn't hurt? You're lying." Hunter Collins knew her too well.