The large dining table was different from the happy atmosphere of more than a month ago when Amanda came here as a guest. Now, although there were more people, everyone was silent and ate their own food.
Perhaps the difference is, Quentin next to her is always neither fast nor slow, with precise timing. As soon as she finished eating all the food in her bowl, he would pick up another dish. During the whole process, Amanda did not even need to move her utensils.
Javier looked at all the natural movements of the two people and suddenly a trace of unwillingness arose in the bottom of his heart, when the thing he hated was cherished by someone else like that.
His eyes suddenly flashed with a strange light. Javier picked up a shrimp and put it in Amanda's bowl. He smiled and said generously:
