Blinking her eyes, the dullness, confusion, and defensiveness in her expression disappeared instantly. Crystal Hughes let go of the scissors, her eyes brightened, a smile blossomed, and her voice carried a hint of teasing.
"It's Marcus, huh."
"..."
Marcus Shaw looked at her steadily, said nothing, and silently walked toward the dining table.
Jumping down from the sofa, Crystal stepped into her slippers, gathered her loose hair back, casually pulled out a hair tie, and tied her hair up before approaching.
Asked: "Did you buy it for me?"
"Mr. Hughes said you might forget to eat."
Opening the bag, Marcus took out the packaged meals one by one.
Crystal proactively took out chopsticks, broke them apart, and asked: "It's Monday, don't you have class?"
"No class at noon."
"..." Staring at him in surprise, Crystal pondered for a moment and commented, "Marcus, you're so boring."
"..."
Marcus had no response.
