Lillian poked the crème brûlée on the table. "My personality?"
Claude didn't answer her question but changed the subject. "Eat more. No one will prepare a late-night snack for you later." After that, Claude moved a little further away, picked up his phone, and seemed to start dealing with work messages. "Hey, Mr. Kent."
Claude looked up at Lillian. "Since there's no late-night snack, you should eat more. And... who would deal with work on a date?"
After saying the word "date," Lillian became very nervous. After all, the date was just her guess, and Claude didn't say anything to indicate that their meal today was a date. She pursed her lips, a little annoyed by her boldness. She should still be cautious. After all, Claude's temper was so bad...
"You are right."
Lillian looked up in sur
