Chris said lightly, "I'm hurt!"
Scarlett was so angry that she wanted to flip the table.
"It's your leg that hurts! How does it affect your dining?"
Looking at her sideways, Chris spoke boldly, "I'm not in the mood to do it myself!"
Hearing Chris's words, Scarlett couldn't wait to slam the breakfast onto his handsome face.
He deserved having breakfast this way!
Scarlett thought in her heart. She had already taught Chris a good lesson in her imagination.
But in reality, she still had to clench her fist and tried to swallow the humiliation in silence.
What a cold-blooded and murderous bastard!
If she angered him, she was afraid that he would treat her worse.
Instead of arguing with him, she might as well feed him and finish his meal earlier, so that she might be able to get to sc
