Violet Taylor's pupils constricted.
She would never care about her again...
Just from that sentence, it must be that she did something wrong to Maxwell Hughes...
What exactly had she done to cause such outrage?
Thinking of this, Violet Taylor continued reading.
She was about to look at the journal when the doorbell rang.
She paused slightly, placed the notebook down, and went downstairs to open the door, only to find the takeaway she had ordered.
The scent of the food wafted in, but in that moment, her appetite had vanished.
She placed the takeaway on the dining table and walked upstairs, taking two steps before her phone rang again. Looking down, she saw a WhatsApp message from Maxwell Hughes: "Had dinner yet?"
Violet Taylor hastily replied with a few words: "Had it, had it."
Maxwell sent another message: "?"
Was he asking what she had eaten?
Somehow, Violet understood his question and replied: "I cooked, and made fried beef steak and grilled fish, it was a feast!"