"Who would want to capture your heart...Don't be so narcissistic." Michelle Campbell gritted her teeth, then diverted her gaze, but couldn't help her heart from pounding quickly.
Was he implying something to her…?
"Really?" Samuel Noah Jackson asked in a low voice, the doubt in his eyes filled with black pupils.
"Of course..." Michelle nodded her head.
Samuel didn't say anything else but kept staring at her with his lips pursed.
His gaze made Michelle feel inexplicably guilty.
"Um... let's order takeout?" Michelle moved her chair back and stood up, deliberately avoiding his line of sight.
"Takeout has no nutrition!" Samuel said emotionlessly.
"What should we do then? I really can't cook!" Michelle bit her lip, wondering if they would go hungry today.
"Come with me!" Samuel got up, glanced at her, and walked towards the kitchen.
Michelle followed him, puzzled.
Upon entering the kitchen, Samuel began to take off his suit coat.
Michelle was startled.
