Isabella, it's not what you think

Don't try to challenge Miss Angel's pride; not even prying her mouth open would make her admit certain things. So, her reaction was all within Sam's expectations. 

He bowed his head, took a bite of his food, then chewed slowly and swallowed. Only when Angel became impatient did Sam slowly start to speak.

"I probably won't have time these days, but does it have to be at your place? That place is actually quite far."

Angel frowned, still with her arms crossed in front of her chest, the impressively proud shape of her chest squeezed out made Sam feel the urge to save it as his phone wallpaper.

"Of course, at my place. I can only have the patience to create in an environment I'm accustomed to. Besides, what place worthy of my status could you possibly take me to? Don't even mention your 50-square-meter apartment."