"Hey, wait, Adam, let me tell you first, I won't cook for you. Don't buy things and then force me to do it." Olivia Lewis struggled while warning him upfront.
No way, she doesn't want to cook; she's exhausted today, not wanting to lift a finger.
The tall man focused on selecting vegetables, paying no attention to her.
Olivia Lewis scratched her head, contemplating whether to make her words clearer, fearing he might come up with some sneaky way to make her cook.
"I really can't..." She hadn't finished her sentence.
Suddenly, a surprised voice came from their front left. "Adam?"
Olivia Lewis, intrigued by the pleasant voice, looked in its direction. She saw a casually dressed girl not far away, pushing a cart like theirs, already filled with a lot of items.
The girl had light makeup on; her features weren't particularly striking, but together they gave a very comfortable and elegant impression.
The way she looked at a certain someone...
