Alvera was rooted to the same spot for quite a while.
From the distance, Roland shouted, "Why are you still standing there? Aren't you leaving?"
She stood up and followed him gloomily.
A deep feeling of disgust welled up in her as she stared at Roland from behind.
She could not do it with him. She would not let him do what he wanted.
She blinked, an idea forming in her head.
They entered the house one after another, where Becky had already prepared dinner. "Ms. Alvera, dinner is ready."
...
"Thank you, Becky, you've had a long day. Add another set of cutlery for Mr. Francois. He will have dinner here tonight," she said to the housekeeper.
"All right."
The food for dinner was very light.
Alvera could not eat heavy foods after the operation.
Roland was not a picky eater, so he
