Vivian York's words suddenly brought Ethan Hayes back to reality.
He had just been staring at her, lost in thought??
To cover up his embarrassment, Ethan Hayes raised his fist to his mouth, coughed lightly, walked into the dining room, looked at the fried egg on the table, and arrogantly raised his chin, saying: "I don't like fried eggs."
Huh??
Vivian looked at him with a confused face, her hand about to give him the fork suddenly stopped.
The dining room was silent, Ethan Hayes's deep, dark eyes met Vivian's round ones for a moment, then awkwardly shifted away, but still said haughtily: "What's so good about fried eggs? I prefer poached eggs."
Vivian blinked, smiled slightly, and tried to suppress the urge to give him a good beating. She gently handed the fork to Ethan Hayes, saying: "Just try it, my fried eggs are really good."
She was speaking to him so softly and sweetly. If he refused, wouldn't that be rather ungentlemanly??
