"Then how about... I-I'll go and cook you another bowl?" Although Camila was unwilling to say this, she had no choice. After all, she would rather be a bit humiliated herself, as long as it could satisfy Baron Stuart.
Baron Stuart ignored her and merely glanced at the noodles before getting up and leaving the dining table.
That bowl of noodles somehow looked different from the first time.
Looking at the neglected noodles and Baron Stuart's retreating figure up the stairs, Camila felt hatred gnawing at her heart!
She had finally swallowed her pride and spent a long time in the kitchen preparing this bowl of noodles like a servant. Yet Baron Stuart didn't even bother to take a single bite, which made her feel humiliated. It felt like he was deliberately humiliating her!
As his figure disappeared at the stairs entrance on the second floor, Camila clenched her fists and forcefully suppressed her dissatisfaction in her heart.
