He was ordering a lot of things, and the spelling was quite onerous. He had unhooked her bra by accident while tracing those words on her back.

After fastening the clasp of her bra again, Maria walked out of the room with a straight face.

She took a look at Anthony, who was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, as if he really had difficulty moving his legs.

He looked like calm and innocent, nothing Like someone who had just done something bad.

Therefore, no matter how irritated Maria was, she couldn't vent it on him. She silently went into the kitchen, fuming.

Half an hour later, dinner was ready.

The two of them sat opposite each other and dined in silence. Neither of them spoke first.

But this was the first meal that Maria cooked for Anthony in his house. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt the need to hear him praise her cooking.

Of course, she couldn't just demand him to praise her

Instead, she kept her head lowered and patiently ate her food. Every now and then, she took a peek at Anthony, hoping that he would take the initiative to comment on the food.

However, Anthony, who had been taught about proper manners ever since he was a child, was eating silently and seriously.

Ten minutes passed, but he didn't say a word.

Under the table, Maria's feet were shaking with impatience.

"Ahem!"

Finally, Maria Let out a cough, trying to draw Anthony's attention.

It worked.

Anthony stood up, fetched a glass of water, and gently put it down in front of Maria.

Maria was speechless.

It was not as if she had coughed out of thirst! After reluctantly taking a sip of water, she continued her meal, while Anthony continued his.

After a few more minutes, their plates were finally empty.