Annie's already stiff face became even more rigid.
She clenched the coffee cup in her hand and bit her lip.
For a moment, she felt so wronged that she was close to tears.
Ashton Heath didn't give her any face at all.
Annie had never met a man like this before.
Because any man would usually have some sympathy for a woman.
Except for Ashton Heath, nobody else had ever been consistently indifferent to her.
"Annie, didn't you say you wanted to show off your cooking skills tonight? Let's go to the kitchen and see, it's getting late, we should start preparing dinner." Seeing the situation, Rose Liall hurriedly stepped in to mediate, pulling the stiff-limbed Annie towards the kitchen.
*
Once they were in the kitchen,
Rose closed the door and frowned, whispering, "Annie, what's the matter with you? I've told you not to be impatient. Can't you control yourself?"
