After a slight tremble, the soup surface returned to tranquility. Flossie Wright, with both hands holding a bowl of soup, gradually tottered to her full height. As she leveled her gaze at Jocelyn Carrington, she saw the latter's flabbergasted and surprised expression.
"Here."
Flossie said indifferently, handing the bowl of soup to Jocelyn.
"Thank... Thank you."
Catching the bowl handed to her, Jocelyn's face was slightly stiff. She thanked Flossie subconsciously. However, once she responded to what was happening, embarrassment engulfed her.
She felt it strange that Flossie apparently knew in advance what was going on, but her soup was right under her own eyes. Flossie had no chance to tamper with it. Concealing her internal discomfort, Jocelyn took a sip from her lips and then went out the door first.
As Jocelyn's slightly flustered footsteps came into view, a trace of amusement emerged in Flossie's eyes.
"Is it finished so quickly?"
