I grabbed the spoon and forcefully pushed the truffles aside.

He even deliberately smashed it on the ground, the plate making a jarring clanging sound.

The truffles were also smashed and scattered.

Zhou Heng kept his eyes straight ahead, calmly instructing the maid beside him to tidy up.

"Pack up."

He showed no anger, as if nothing had happened.

Then, his gaze towards Chu Wuyang remained gentle as he asked:

What do you want to eat tomorrow?

"I'll have someone prepare."

Chu Wuyang looked at him, a slight sneer playing on her lips, her gaze filled with disdain.

Is this interesting?

"There's no Jingmin here, and no outsiders either. What's the point of pretending? Don't you find it disgusting?"

Zhou Heng remained unperturbed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He slightly raised his eyebrows, his tone unchanged:

"I'm not pretending; I do all this willingly."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"You might not believe it, but I fell in love with you the first time I saw you at the airport,"

Chu Wuyang looked impatient and showed absolutely no interest in what he was saying.

He picked up the water glass on the table and drank it quickly.

She ignored the napkin Zhou Heng offered her.

"I know you may not believe what I'm saying, and you may be ashamed of my behavior,"

"But it's okay, Jingmin is dead, you'll eventually accept me..."

Chu Wuyang suddenly stood up.

"What did you say?"

Who died?

She didn't believe Zhou Heng's words at all at first.

However, he had carefully observed Zhou Heng's condition over the past two days.

It seems they are not worried about their situation at all.

There were no plans, and the castle was deserted, with no one coming or going.

Based on her understanding, if Jing Min were in a safe and conscious state after suffering such a great loss, he would definitely take immediate revenge.

so?

Is he still not out of danger?

Still not awake?