Old Sterling never expected that Savannah didn't let Dylan save his face at all. It seemed that the contradiction between the two this time was quite deep.
Savannah lowered her head, "I'm sorry, I don't have a love of fish recently. That fishy smell makes me sick."
She didn't want to go against Dylan in front of others, but... she couldn't help it.
When he reached over with his fork, a sarcastic voice sounded in her mind: wake up, he doesn't care about you, you're just a substitute.
Cooper quickly took two steps forward and cleaned the table, breaking the embarrassment with a smile, "no fish, eat something else."
"Yeah, eat something else." Old Sterling came to his senses and said.
Dylan didn't say anything, but the dark cloud on his handsome face was still there.
Savannah ate the food in front of her silently. She wanted to finish eating as soon as possible and go back to her room.
