His silence, as if nothing had happened, only made her more worried.
Bad emotions, when bottled up for too long, only worsen one's mood.
"Wait a moment." Scarlett Yates first set down her bag, then took the food container to the kitchen to heat the porridge in the microwave.
When she brought the heated porridge over, Matthew Saxon raised an eyebrow, looked at the food container in her hand, and smiled, "Only one portion? What about yours?"
"I'm not hungry." Scarlett sat down, took out a small bowl, served the porridge into it, and then handed it to him.
Matthew glanced down without taking it. His eyes, dark and deep like gems of the sea, sparkled with a beautiful, intoxicating glow. "It's a lot; I can't finish it all by myself. How about we split it?"
"Huh?"
Matthew smiled again, curling his lips, "I'll have a bite, and you have a bite too."
