"Then why did you let him hold your hand just now?"
That scene, like a thorn, pricked Arthur Lindsey's eyes and heart.
It pained him to the core.
Ella Cassidy was his!
No one was allowed to even touch her!
Suddenly, he pulled out a box of tissues he had in front of his car and delicately cleaned her right hand several times.
As if trying to wipe away some sort of trace.
Ella Lacey laughed awkwardly; was Arthur going mad?
Pouting her pink lips, she explained, "Earlier, he offered me a grilled beef steak. I tried to refuse, but in the process, our hands touched... it isn't the way you think."
"..."
Arthur Lindsey's icy demeanor seemed to relax slightly.
But his brows were still furrowed, crumpled into a pattern of rolling hills. "Why did you eat out with him? What did I tell you before, hmm?"
"You told me not to eat out but to eat the meals provided by the nutritionist."
