"Haha, really? Autumn's just getting started, and you're already breaking out the winter clothes."
"There's not much else to do, so I just take her out for walks."
"Mm, that's nice."
The private room fell quiet. Both women were harboring secrets they couldn't voice.
Jenson Shelby urged everyone to eat, but after just a couple of bites of meat, he covered his mouth and began to vomit.
The urge was so sudden that he barely had time to stand up before he vomited into his cupped hands. To make matters worse, there were traces of blood on his teeth.
Mortified at having made such a scene, Jenson Shelby quickly stood up. "I'm, uh, going to the restroom."
He hurried into the private room's restroom. The water was left running, but the sound of someone deliberately suppressing their heaving could still be faintly heard.
When the restroom door finally opened, Jenson Shelby walked out with a smile on his face—one that was clearly forced.
