"The Evans Family is one of the great families, how could no one have taught Miss Evans the basic etiquette of dining?" Chester Yale looked at the noisy Misha Evans, placed his chopsticks down on the table with a clatter, and glared at her fiercely.
He picked up the vegetables she had put into his bowl, and with bowl and all, threw them into the trash bin.
"I'm a clean freak, not every dish that comes my way can be eaten," he said, meeting Misha Evans' astonished gaze, opening his lips slowly and deliberately.
"But you clearly ate the food Evelyn Sherman picked for you before," Misha Evans complained unwillingly.
"Knowing that, you should have even less illusion about where you stand. In my eyes, you can't even compare to a single hair on her head..."
"Chester!" Sheldon Yale saw that Misha Evans was about to cry, lowered his voice, and scolded.
"She's a girl and a guest, even if you don't like her, you should at least be a bit accommodating."
