Christopher's brows drew together when he came. Obviously, he minded the soup stains on his clothes
very much.
Molly had spent quite a bit of time with Christopher, and she felt that he had a little thing about germs. It
wasn't that serious, but she could tell it from his usual behavior.
"Let's eat first." Christopher looked up at her while relaxing his forehead a little.
Molly picked up her chopsticks and said, "Okay."
She took two bites and stole a glance at Christopher.
Christopher was focused. Unlike most people, he never looked at his phone when eating. But Molly
usually did the opposite.
But Christopher didn't even take his phone, so she was embarrassed to take hers.
Christopher remained silent, and Molly didn't know what to say, so she kept eating with her head down.
Suddenly, Molly remembered something and looked up at Christopher.
Sensing her gaze, Christopher asked, "What's wrong?"
"Didn't we agree that I would buy you dinner?" It was Christopher who went to buy food and pay the
bill.
Christopher thought it was something big, so hearing that, he looked relieved and said softly, "Next
time."
"OK," Molly nodded.
She was fine with that.
It meant that Christopher wasn't that angry.
He didn't seem to eat fast, but he still finished his meal before Molly.
Besides, he had cleaned his plate.
However, Molly felt she couldn't finish it all. Noticing him eat it up, she was embarrassed to have
leftovers, so she ate slowly.
She thought she didn't let it show, but Christopher still sensed it.
Christopher's voice came from above her head.
"Don't eat if you can't."
"I can eat a little more...."
After taking a little more, Molly really put down her chopsticks.
Noticing that Christopher had been staring at her, she felt a little awkward. "I'm full."
Christopher picked up her plate without saying a word.
Molly was puzzled. Was Christopher helping the waiter get plates together? He was surprisingly good.
But in the next moment, her eyes widened in shock. "Mr. Christopher..."
"Huh?" said Christopher without looking up.
"That's my leftovers...."
She didn't expect him to eat her leftovers.
Was he not full?
But he could order another one.
Besides, wasn't he a clean freak?
What a shock!
Molly got confused.
What exactly was Christopher doing?!
Molly didn't even dare to breathe. She really couldn't understand it.
She was too scared to speak.
Christopher quickly finished the food she left.
He put down his chopsticks and raised his head. Molly hurriedly looked away.
Christopher was observant. He could tell what Molly was thinking just by her expression.
"I just don't want to waste food. Fortunately, you didn't have much left," Christopher explained calmly.
Molly turned around and said slowly, "That is not the point...."
Christopher asked, "Then what's the point?"
The point was that he ate her leftovers.
But she couldn't bring herself to say this.
Christopher didn't seem to understand her at all. He stood up and said, "Let's go. Where are you going
next? I'll send you there."
"Didn't you have a meeting?"
"It's still early."
Didn't he say he was pressed for time?
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