Looking at the cucumber slowly accumulating in the lunchbox, Charlotte Miller quietly lowered her head and continued eating, but she didn't eat a single bite of what he had given her.
The shadow of darkness in her eyes began to deepen, was she really going to be this stubborn?
After hastily eating a few bites, Charlotte covered the lunchbox. In this kind of atmosphere, she really couldn't eat anything.
"You're not allowed to waste." Before she even stood up with the intention of taking the box to the trash outside, the man beside her spoke in a low voice.
His voice carried a cold disdain as if blaming her for wasting; but Charlotte knew this man was deliberately making things difficult for her.
Waste? He had done far more wasteful things, yet now he was earnestly lecturing her.
"I don't like beef." Charlotte quietly said, she didn't like this feeling.
Being controlled by him, bound, suppressed and suffocated.
