"Take this to her; she loves these."
The aroma that hit her face made Elly's eyes brighten subtly.
The greasy barbecue she used to dislike now effortlessly stirred her appetite.
As she reached out to take the plate, she heard Harry add, "Don't you steal her food."
He obviously saw the gleam in her eyes just now that screamed she was going to devour the whole plate herself.
Elly: "..."
That Harry had picked up bad habits from her dear island owner, becoming stingy and miserly.
"Then you take it over yourself, why should my wife run errands for you without any reward."
A certain overprotective husband immediately approached, eyeing Harry with a cold look.
Harry: "..."
Adam ignored the scorn in Harry's eyes, turned his head to Elly, and said:
"Good girl, wait for hubby to barbecue some more for you and don't share it with anyone else."
Elly: "..."
She didn't want to speak to these two childish men at all, walking towards the villa with a plate full of barbecue in each hand.
