"I'm not very resistant to doing this with him anymore."
When she glanced at Wills Waltson, he felt an itch in his heart.
The hand that was supposed to take the fork descended gradually.
He looked at her and said coldly, "Do you think I can vent my anger that way?"
"Mm …
I also understand that you may be furious right now, but a meal will not make you feel better. "However, I must do my best to compensate for my'mistakes,' right?"
Wills Waltson lifted his brows, raised his right hand, and pointed at her.
She was curious as to what that meant.
"Sit down next to me. Let me tell you, why am I so angry today?"
She rose up, moved over to the chair beside him, and sat.
"Come over here," Wills Waltson said again, crooking his finger.
She was surprised that there was no one else in the room.
But forget about it; he was furious right now. He was a lord.
She cocked her head and pressed her ear against his.