Drake barely touched his spoons, his expression dark and tense, casting an awkward pall over the entire dining room.
Unable to stand the silence, Beauty picked up a portion of stir-fried eggs and placed it in Sarah's bowl, saying softly, "Sarah, I remember you used to love scrambled eggs."
Sarah didn't move her spoon.
She glanced indifferently at the eggs in her bowl and replied in a hushed tone, "My mom used to make them for me often because that was all she knew how to cook.
After she passed away, I stopped eating them."
*Thud—*
A piece of meat dropped onto the table.
Drake lowered his gaze, set down his spoon, and looked up coldly.
"I'm full.
Please continue without me."
With that, he strode out of the room without a backward glance.
Beauty and Lucas exchanged helpless looks.
The dinner had been intended to reconcile Sarah and Drake, but once again, things had ended badly.
Despite Drake's efforts to win her back, Sarah remained unmoved.
