A line of people slowly made their way from over there, entered the door, placed their bowls and chopsticks on the table in the center of the room, and then filed out.
After the group left, she was alone in the room once again.
The small cabin was filled with the aroma of food, and Joy Parker walked up to the table, unable to resist checking out the dishes for the evening.
At a glance, she was somewhat shocked.
Because it was simply too luxurious.
She rolled her eyes and saw two sets of bowls and chopsticks. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if there was another person dining with her tonight?
Or had she been mistaken, and this food was not for her?
Considering the vicious ways of Jordan Guthrie, he was capable of such a thing...
For her, watching someone else eat would truly be the cruelest form of punishment...
