"..." Ella Thompson buried her head in her bowl, weakly saying, "If I don't want to talk, can I not talk?"
Alvin Lindsey suddenly put down his chopsticks. His starry eyes were on her, and he opened his lips to say, "Eat well."
Then, he used a wet cloth to wipe his mouth and signaled, "I'm full."
"Your Majesty, please eat more." Ella looked at the food that was still left. She blamed herself for talking too much and ruining his appetite.
"No need."
Alvin Lindsey arrogantly leaned back in the sofa, turned on the television, inside of which news was broadcasting current political highlights.
Among these, there were many images of Alvin Lindsey.
It was the news coverage about a business inspection in the high-tech district, Alvin Lindsey was making a speech in the conference, Ella was taking notes beside him, everything looked harmonious.
It was the first time Ella and him appeared on television together, and her heart was brewing with peculiar feelings.
