Behind Edward, it was a balcony that had a glorious picture that could catch anyone's attention. Those vases were colorful and had various kinds of roses.
During having dinner, I put down the ethics and went for everything that could get a place in my dish. Thrusting them into my mouth with that fine silver fork, I devoured them after chewing savagely like a deserter who just found food.
I didn't mean to disturb Edward but the food was amazing and I was starving like a beast. Besides that asking a foodie not to eat could be always arrogant.
"How is your leg?" Edward asked.
I just realized that it didn't hurt and it meant the string had finished healing my wound when An took it away.
Swallowing the bite in my mouth, I said, "Yes, I feel good."
My eyes rolled on his dish. It was more vegetables and just a small slice of beef.
