Adelyn really hadn't heard him.
She had only caught the part where he mentioned being satisfied.
"What are you satisfied with?" she asked, confused
"You," he replied without hesitation.
Adelyn almost choked on her breath when she heard him.
Her?
He was satisfied with her?
But what had she even done to earn that?
"Haha … you're too kind, Mr. Warren."
Otherwise, there was no way he could be satisfied with almost nonexistent effort towards him.
But it was fine.
Sooner or later, his patience would run out.
And when that would happen, they would go their separate ways.
That thought comforted her—for now.
However, little did she realize that somewhere deep inside —
A small part of her was already beginning to dislike that outcome.
Ignoring that faint discomfort, she glanced down at the food and quickly added,
"Thank you for the dinner. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. The food is still warm —I wouldn't need to reheat it."
