At this moment, Andrew was serving his girl breakfast.

 

The table was filled with various flavors.

 

Women are naturally changeable creatures. Andrew wasn't sure what she'd fancy for breakfast today, and not wanting to upset her over such a trivial matter, he had the secretary prepare various meals.

 

Isabella felt a bit full; she couldn't finish the half-eaten shrimp dumpling.

 

She glanced at Andrew sitting opposite her. He was wearing a neat, slightly cool-toned shirt, and the shirt accentuated his perfect physique.

 

She inexplicably had a mischievous thought and threw the half-eaten bread into his plate.

 

"I can't finish this. Here, have it. Don't waste it."

 

With a childish gesture,...