Genevieve:
"Huh?" she queried Wolvin once more, anticipating his response with curiosity.
“I hunt, eat, s**t, and go to sleep,” Wolvin nonchalantly remarked, his gaze fixed on her, his nose wrinkling in mild disgust.
"Eh! We're in the middle of a meal—," she griped, intentionally avoiding Bellamy's gaze, who was silently urging her to be quiet.
"What? I'm just stating the obvious. It's common courtesy not to bring up such things while people are enjoying their food," she wrinkled her nose and simulated a gag.
Wow! I can't comprehend what Bellamy finds appealing in her. She exhibited such impolite behavior, constantly striving to undermine someone's confidence.
“Then why do you keep spitting s**t out of your mouth? Did we ever complain?" Wolvin, who I thought wouldn't even bother, s
