Chapter 959 Anson, Don\'t Give Me Up

What Joziah said was reasonable. He had drugged the flower tea, and letting her eat the food was just his excuse.

He had to wait for the drug to take effect. Next to the restaurant was a hotel, and she could get him at night.

Abigail looked at all kinds of dishes on the table. They were her favorite indeed, but she had no appetite.  

Her appetite depended on her mood and who she was with.

She smiled slightly, leaned against the chair and looked at him, "Joziah, to tell the truth, I have no appetite." She was disgusted by his appearance.

The more she looked at Joziah, the more she felt that he was affected and the more she didn't want to see him. On the contrary, she thought of Anson's handsome face unconsciously.

"Ha-ha..." Joziah laughed self-mockingly. A hint of anger flashed through his slightly narrowed eyes, "Abby, are you even unwilling to eat with me now?"