Anna Jadwin fixed her unwavering gaze on the entire roast duck, brought it in front of her, and wiped her hands before tearing into the duck leg meat…
The tempting aroma made her swallow her saliva.
The big boss had heard that Anna Jadwin had woken up and came downstairs dressed in sporty homewear, his hair damped with sweat and a towel wiping at his hair.
Standing at the entrance of the dining room, he saw the sight of Anna Jadwin wolfing down her food...
She resembled a child who had been hungry for half a year, with juice at the corners of her mouth and the meat she tore off going straight into her mouth, savoring it with relish.
Anna Jadwin's eating manners at this moment were far from elegant, yet they were endearing and elicited sympathy.
"Slow down, don't choke," the servant poured some juice, "Are you very hungry? If it's not enough, we can ask the kitchen to make more food."
