Wright Landers glanced at her and opened the food box in his hand.
Inside was chicken soup.
Selena Taylor didn't like drinking chicken soup. She suppressed her inner unease and forced a smile.
"Miles, you should be very busy. Let Aunt do this kind of work."
Men are the hardest to understand when they remain silent.
Like the brief calm before a storm.
Wright Landers held the chicken soup and his lips curved coldly.
"Auntie? You're quite good at putting on the airs of the Landers family's first wife! A person like you, getting me to serve you, don't you know how to be grateful?"
Wright Landers wore a mocking expression as he handed the chicken soup to Selena Taylor.
Selena Taylor looked at the oily surface, feeling nauseous.
"Miles, the chicken soup is too greasy, I can't drink it."
Who made this soup?
Don't they know she filters it several times before drinking chicken soup?
Wright Landers laughed coldly and pinched her chin, forcing the chicken soup into her mouth.
