What...
This is getting out of hand.
How can such a grown man throw such a childish tantrum?
Of course, this was the first time she had seen Gem Atkinson acting like a child.
Forsythia Brown felt a sense of bewilderment.
Because Gem had stormed upstairs in a huff, Forsythia was worried about leaving him alone, so she decided to stay.
The man had only eaten a few dumplings in the morning, he can't keep going like this.
Forsythia held the tray, still laden with the prepared soup, pickles, and truffle meat rolls.
She arrived at Gem's bedroom door, knocked and said, "Gem, I'm coming in."
Hearing no sound inside, she asked again, "Are you asleep?"
If he really needed to sleep, he should eat something first. Moreover, he had to continue taking his fever medicine. While she was lost in thought, she tried to turn the door knob, only to find that it wouldn't budge.
Is it locked?!
Forsythia Brown couldn't help but smile wryly.
