Diana's previously empty stomach instantly began to growl.
As she sat down and began to devour a chicken leg, John elegantly used fork to pick up a piece of fish, forming a sharp contrast to her ravenous behavior.
He glanced at his butler Robinson sitting nearby and asked, "Where's Jackson?"
"Just a moment ago, he came down from upstairs looking very ill and said that he was going back to rest. Maybe the business trip was too tiring and he's not feeling well," Mr. Robinson replied with confusion.
At these words, Diana's head sunk even lower.
John, wearing gloves, peeled some shrimp for her and silently considered where to send Jackson.
"Do you want some?" Diana couldn't help but ask John when she saw him only feeding her.
"No, I just ate well," John said, looking deeply at her.
Dia
