An inexplicable force

Looking at the breakfast, Alexander Mitchell felt annoyed, and even looking at the person in front of him put him in a bad mood.

Candy Foster carefully examined herself, a black mid-sleeve knit, light plaid trousers, and flat black shoes... There seemed to be nothing wrong, so why did Alexander's gaze always make her feel like there was something wrong with her entire appearance?

Finally, Alexander couldn't help but say, "I suddenly don't want porridge anymore, I want noodles, go get me a bowl of plain noodles."

Candy glanced at the breakfast, said nothing, and obediently replied, "Alright, I'll be back soon."

"Victoria, are you so eager to avoid me? Am I that repulsive to you?" Alexander spoke with a low voice that only he himself could hear.

His hand clenched into a fist and then released.

Then, Alexander removed the syringe that was still infusing fluid into his hand, picked up a piece of clothing from the bedside, put it on, and left the ward.