Dorothy slept in the guest room last night and had a good night’s rest.
It wasn’t until the next morning’s mealtime that she saw Dwayne at the table, looking like he hadn’t slept well, a rare hint of fatigue showing on his fair and handsome face.
Emma brought breakfast, expecting Dorothy to take it from her as she usually did, but when she saw her indifferent reaction, she was also taken aback.
Seem to have sensed the subtle relationship between the two.
Did we have a fight?
Dwayne buttoned his cuff, his gaze fixed on the breakfast on the table, and suddenly he remembered how she used to wake up early to make breakfast for him whenever he stayed at Heavenwood Apartments.
But now it seems…
She got up later than him.
He picked up the knife and fork slowly, watching her eat by herself as if he didn’t exist, his thin lips pursed tightly, feeling a little annoyed, and then put down the utensils.
“Mr. Lambert, was breakfast not to your liking?”
Emma was a little worried.
This breakfast was not up to standard, will it not be deducted?
Dorothy paused for a moment, saying nothing.
“No appetite.”
Dwayne got up, picked up his coat from the back of the chair, and left.
Emma hesitated, watching the door close heavily, then turned back with a look of grievance. “Mrs. Lambert, did… did I make a bad breakfast today?”
Dorothy shook her head helplessly, “Anna, don’t overthink it, he lost his appetite not because of breakfast.”
Emma looked embarrassed, with a silly smile on her face, “That’s good, as long as it doesn’t cost any money.”
Thinking for a moment, she said, “And don’t blame me for being nosy, Mrs. Lambert, I can tell that Mr. Lambert cares about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so angry.”
Dorothy was stunned.
Did Dwayne care about her?
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