"Oh, oh..." Elena, half-asleep, stuffed a piece of grilled rib into her mouth. The man sitting across from her propped his face on his hand, watching her with eyes full of a smiling expression; his handsome features radiating with joy.
...
"...That's Brother Ryan's type indeed."
Not far away, Emma Magus, eating vegetables, softly remarked to Edward Stephens.
In front of Edward was a bowl of plain porridge, which he barely touched. He only cast a faint glance in Ryan Smith's direction after hearing her words.
"Brother Ryan likes this kind of bunny type," Emma continued, only to see Edward stand up, taken aback, "Edward, are you done eating?"
"No appetite," Edward replied lightly, putting on his mask again and getting up to leave.
"..." Watching the man's back, she couldn't help but press her lips together.
There was a subtle sense of discontent.
Ryan's words from a few days ago echoed in her ears— "Do you know why Edward called you to be in this movie?"
