But as the younger brother, caught in between, there were a lot of things he really couldn't say out loud.
The waiters brought dishes to the table one after another, the green porcelain plates clinking with a crisp sound.
Vivian lifted her head, reached for her chopsticks, and started eating slowly and methodically.
Maybe because she had finally made up her mind, her heart felt lighter, and even her appetite was better than usual.
She even thought today's food tasted exceptionally good, and the soup was richer than usual.
Curtis, however, never touched his chopsticks.
He watched her eat, her cheeks puffed out as she chewed, face slightly rounded.
The longer he watched, the more he couldn't help but let a faint smile tug at the corner of his mouth, a subtle amusement flickering in his eyes.
Vivian finished the last bite of rice, raised her hand to wipe her mouth with a napkin.
Then she looked up, just about to say something, when she happened to lock eyes with him.
