When the topic of the hot pot came up, he couldn't help but frown.
"No need." Scarlett Yates kept her head down and took a sip of soup, looking rather listless, "Maybe I'm just a bit tired after a full day of work, so I don't have much of an appetite; it's all the same regardless of what I eat."
Matthew Saxon looked at her thoughtfully.
How could he not know the real reason for her poor appetite?
She just didn't want to have dinner with him, that's all.
"Then eat a bit more, fill up, and I'll take you home when you're done."
Scarlett nodded absentmindedly.
This meal was not enjoyable.
Scarlett kept her head down, tackling the food on her plate, never once raising her head to look at Matthew Saxon.
Anyone observing their interaction would find the atmosphere strange.
Both sat at the same table, each eating their own meal, with no communication from start to finish.
Even outsiders watching would feel embarrassed for them, not knowing what the people involved were thinking.
