Adam Piers was really worked up and didn't sleep well all night. Who would've thought Bertha Swift would look just as bad at breakfast.
Looking bad is one thing, but the way Bertha was looking at him was off.
Thinking about her gaze, Adam suddenly realized that since they sat at the table, the issue with the gaze was that Bertha hadn't looked at him even once.
The slow-witted man finally understood that the woman across from him was upset.
But why?
Considering his torment last night, shouldn't he be the one upset?
"Try this." he thought to himself while he honestly offered the dish.
Yet Bertha wasn't appreciative, setting the dish he gave her aside on an empty plate.
This time, Adam finally realized the severity of the problem.
"Not to your taste?" Adam probed.
"No." Bertha replied coolly, with dark circles under her eyes.
