Melody Parker flared up instantly.
Furious, she glared at the man and scolded, "What do you mean by 'it's fine'? Haven't you been the same as me, not having eaten much since last night? Adrian, you're the patient!"
Adrian nodded, "Yes, I'm the patient."
Melody Parker rolled her eyes, "So, you should be aware of it and eat quickly."
Adrian looked at Melody Parker, an innocent look on his face, "But Melody, my arm is injured."
Injured arm?
Ha, wasn't his injured arm clearly the left one?
As a domineering businessman, he probably doesn't read romance novels, right?
Otherwise, she'd suspect he was using a plot from one of those books!
Melody Parker looked at Adrian with disdain, "Adrian, your injured arm is on the left. Don't tell me you're left-handed? I've eaten with you; you can't fool me."
After speaking, Melody Parker glanced at Locke, who was standing outside, "And even if you were left-handed, isn't Locke here?"
Melody Parker's words were very clear.
