"...Well, I'll go down to prepare dinner now." Auntie Wilson sensed the atmosphere becoming awkward and also realized she had spoken too much, quickly turning around and leaving the room.
Due to Auntie Wilson's words, Victoria Gibson didn't stay long in the bathroom this time.
After taking a bath, she came out.
Sitting alone on the tatami on the balcony, her gaze was fixed on the sunset gradually disappearing into the sky, her eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment.
Judging by the time, Auntie Wilson should have finished making the meal.
But she didn't want to go downstairs, didn't want to see Chad Yakov...
She wanted to leave here...
"Miss Gibson, the dinner is ready; if you don't eat, it will get cold." Auntie Wilson couldn't wait any longer for her to come downstairs, so she came up to find her.
"I have no appetite." Victoria Gibson always found it difficult to refuse Auntie Wilson's enthusiasm.
She didn't know how to explain her relationship with Chad Yakov...
