When she lifted her head, she found that Collins Aiden had been staring at her the whole time, without moving.
"What's wrong? Don't you like the food?"
"No." Collins Aiden quickly denied, his elegant figure promptly standing up from the sofa and stepping into the restroom to wash his hands.
Then, he returned to his seat at the dining table.
"I didn't know what you liked, so I just cooked up something. If you don't mind it, help yourself to it and fill your stomach." Ella casually handed Collins the chopsticks, not caring if he ate or not, and started eating her rice bowl heartily by herself.
She had been hungry all day; her stomach had been protesting for a while now.
It was only after she had eaten several mouthfuls that she turned to look at Collins Aiden beside her.
"What was wrong with you just now? When you arrived, it seemed like you were very unhappy."
"I'm very happy," Collins blurted out without even thinking.
Ella: "..."
