Locking eyes with Chester Yale's questioning gaze, she quickly put down the chopsticks and stood up from the chair.
"I'm full. I'm going back to the room to rest."
Zoe Yale turned around and ran upstairs.
"Molly, you've only taken two bites of your meal!" Evelyn Sherman got up along with her, bewildered as she looked at her running daughter, furrowing her brows.
What's going on? The Little Fox, who normally loves eating, today hasn't even taken two bites before claiming she's full.
Not only Chester, even she felt something was off.
Could she really have been deceived?
Evelyn turned her head to look at Chester and realized that not only he wasn't angry, but he was gazing at Molly's retreating figure, lost in thought, his brows furrowed even tighter.
What happened between the father and daughter?
Each more peculiar than the other...
Evelyn was about to ask Harry to check on Molly when she heard Chester speak quietly.
