Allergic to cats

Seeing Aurora's angry look, Cyril walked right around her to sit at the table and gracefully picked up the cutlery, "Miss Carlsson, if you don't want to be hungry, you'd better sit down and eat."

Bastard! Who was the one who went crazy on her last night? And today he's turning his back on her?

When it comes to cheekiness, she is really ashamed of herself.

She sat across from Arvin with an elegant and haughty chin, ignoring Cyril to her right, and talked freely about the engagement details.

Only to hear the man on the right couldn't help himself and coughed.

Arvin raised his eyebrows and snickered, "Ah? What happened last night? Miss Carlsson's voice is mute and even Cyril has started coughing?"

She explained, "I got a sore throat."

Arvin's eyes wandered from her face to Cyril's, "And you are?"

"Cold." Cyril looked bemused.