Tessa Caldwell's body stiffened, and then she shouted angrily and shamefully, "Nonsense, who wants to get you drunk? I want to drink, but you won't let me."
Faye said nothing.
But his eyes were too deep, as if they could see through to the deepest parts of her hidden heart.
Under such a gaze, Tessa felt as if she were transparent.
She gritted her teeth and said again, "How about you let me have just a little bit."
"No drinking."
"Tyrannical brute." Tessa kept peeling shrimp and ate heartily.
When she had almost finished eating, her hands and mouth were covered in grease.
Faye looked at the greasy residue on his hands and stepped back a pace: "Go clean yourself up when you're done."
"It smells and tastes so good. What are you complaining about? You ate a lot just now too." Tessa took off her gloves, used a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and then vigorously wiped her hands.
She brought her hand to her nose and sniffed it, thinking the smell wasn't bad.
