Noah followed behind Ferne. They changed the shoes, took off the coat, and came in to sit down at the dining table. "Is there anything to eat?" Noah asked.
Rex had already gone to the kitchen to prepare dinner for them.
"You guys aren't eating your fill in the hotel and come here for a meal. That's unbelievable," Stephanie sneered.
"Can one eat his fill in the hotel?" Ferne said, "I don't know what's wrong with the chef. He only made one mouthful of food. Noah has to eat at least fifty pieces. That's too much for me."
There was another knock on the door.
It was Christy. She held two sets of dinner in her hands and said, "It's made by Trevor. I'll share it with you."
Rex, who was in the kitchen, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took the dinner in.
"Thank Trevor for me. I love him." Ferne took his share and pouted at Christy.
Christy stuck out her tongue and pretended to feel disgusted.
"Are you pregnant?" Ferne looked surprised.
