Hearing that the man had cooked only for her, a little bit of Amelia's anger subsided again.
So, she took a sip of the soup, which, as always, tasted good.
"I may have been too hard on you earlier," she casually said, "but who exactly did this to you?"
He lowered his eyes, a fleeting laugh dancing within his deep gaze, then looked at the prime culprit with a deliberately cold expression, "You said you didn't care, so who are you to me?"
"..." So he was waiting for her here.
Indeed, why did she ask such a question? She must be out of her mind.
Amelia chuckled, sounding particularly sincere, "Mr. Cooper, don't misunderstand, I'm just a bit curious. Who could be so audacious as to lay heavy hands on you like this? Have you developed a perverse taste, you like being a masochist now?"
Mr. Cooper with the perverse taste, "..."
