“Yes, she asked me to bring you this food and the gift," said Gillian.

Lying wasn't going to do her any good.

Sheffield's hand froze in mid-air.

"Evelyn bought this food for me?"

"Yes. And this too." She gave the paper bag to him.

Sheffield put down the chopsticks and opened the bag. Inside it was a wine-red striped tie.

“Where is she?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the tie.

"She said she was busy, and asked me to bring them here to you,"

Gillian said as she put a brisket into Sheffield's bowl.

“So... she bought the food and the tie?" Sheffield asked again.

“Yes,

Gillian nodded, wondering why he kept asking the same thing.

In an instant, he put down the tie and brought the two dishes on the table closer to his side. Then, he ruthlessly grabbed the chopsticks from Gillian's hand and said, “This is mine. If you're hungry, get your own food,"

He threw her used chopsticks into the trash can and began eating the dishes, ignoring the stunned Gillian

She sat there, shocked by his actions. It took her a long while to find her voice.

“I just wanted to have a meal with you." It was her first time seeing such a mean guy

"No, thank you. I'm not Nastas. I can eat by myself. I don't need your company," he retorted flatly. If she had told him earlier that Evelyn had bought the food, he wouldn't have spared her even a slice of carrot.

Gillian was dumbfounded.

"Since when did you become so childish,

Sheffield?"

Hearing her words, Sheffield slowed down and wondered, "Am I childish now?" He remembered that Evelyn Liked mature men.

"Yes, very much!" She had never before met a man who was reluctant to share some food just because she wasn't the one who had bought it.

She didn't know that Sheffield could be so mean and childish.

"Oh, I see." He decided to try and act more mature in the future.

‘And...?' Gillian wanted to ask. She blinked at him, confused by the lack of response.