Lucy looked at his ears, which were red at the tips, and turned back to his assistant. "Sorry, but I don't know how to either," she said plainly.
"Women are more gentle than men, and they can tie nicer bow knots. Ms. Morgan, you can surely bandage the wound better than I can." Max tried his best to win Arthur a chance.
Lucy glanced at Arthur, who was still looking at his hand, and raised her eyebrows slightly. "Your CEO is a male chauvinist. He'll surely prefer a dead knot, not a bow knot."
Max was speechless.
"Sir, you can't blame me. I've tried my best!" thought Max.
"Let's eat!" Arthur said with stormy look and picked up his fork to start eating. He had hurt his right hand, and blood flowed down along the fork, dripping onto the food.
Lucy avoided those bloodstained dishes and ate
