"Don't mention it."
Anthony smiled back, not losing an inch of ground.
"What's going on?"
Charlotte walked out of the washroom, instantly picking up on the weird vibe in the room.
"Nothing."
Newell smiled gently. Picking up his silverware, he deliberately placed a piece of pork onto the girl's plate, his voice smooth. "Anthony knew sweet and sour pork was my favorite, so he specifically had the kitchen make it for me."
"I know you like it too, so go ahead and try some."
"Oh."
Her diet had been incredibly bland lately, and she was genuinely craving something sweet and sour.
She picked up her fork, but before she could even touch it, the man beside her snatched the pork off her plate. "Let me try it first. Make sure it's cooked all the way through."
Charlotte held her fork in the air, staring at her husband, waiting for his verdict.
The moment Anthony bit down, his face underwent a drastic transformation.
Was this even meant for human consumption?
"Is it bad?"
Charlotte frowned. Given Helen's culinary skills, that didn't make any sense.
As she spoke, she reached out to grab another piece.
"Maybe one piece wasn't enough for Anthony to get the full flavor." Moving faster than Charlotte, Newell grabbed another piece and dropped it onto Anthony's plate. "Anthony, you know Charlotte's tastes best. Why don't you see if this is suited for her?"
Hearing Newell's words, Anthony shot him a lethal glare. Without a second thought, he tossed a piece right back onto Newell's plate, his voice ice-cold. "I just had lemon water, so my palate is ruined. Mr. Churchill, why don't you try it?"
Charlotte sat there holding her fork, completely blocked from the food. She glanced back and forth between the two men in utter confusion.
What was going on here?
When they first met, they were holding hands and refusing to let go.


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