Marcia came to clear up the table afterward. When she saw that a substantial amount of the food was left, she frowned worriedly.

Her heart sank after she noticed that the food on Bennett's plate had barely been touched and the side dishes looked just Like they were when she served him.

Claudia held her protruding belly as she walked to the living room and sat down. Marcia came over with a platter of sliced watermelon and grapes. "Mrs. Dreskin, I couldn't help but notice that Mr. Dreskin had so little to eat. Doesn't he like my cooking?"

The fork with a watermelon in Claudia's hand shook. With a sad look, she said to Marcia. "It's my fault. I quarreled with him this morning. To get back at him, I made you cook his least favorite foods."

Her ears went red as she lied.

Marcia panicked. "What do I do now? Will Mr. Dreskin be dissatisfied with me?"

Today was her first day. Since she seemed to have failed at making a good first impression, would she be fired?

Claudia waved her empty hand.

“Don't sweat it. Since I‘m at fault, I'LL explain it to him."

Speaking of the devil! The moment Claudia finished speaking, Bennett showed up and walked over with his phone in hand.

Claudia quickly gave her a one-eyed wink. Taking the hint as the smart woman she was, Marcia put on a big polite smile as she faced Bennett.

“Mr. Dreskin, this watermelon and grapes are juicy. Please have some."

She gestured to the platter on the table by the sofa and then left.

In this way, Bennett and Claudia were left alone in the Living room.

Holding up a piece of watermelon to her eyes, Claudia stared at it as she felt too guilty to look at him.

She was still thinking of the perfect way to break the ice when Bennett suddenly asked, “Are you already getting along with Marcia?"

“Not really.”

Bennett said nothing to that. He just sat down and gave her a meaningful Look.

Feeling uneasy, she pushed the platter to him and said, “You should have some watermelon. It's very sweet and will help with the heat.

A glint of delight flashed in Bennett's eyes when he saw how hard Claudia was trying to sell the watermelon. However, his cold demeanor soon returned like it never left. "I don't Like sweet things."

Except, of course, for you. He almost said.

Claudia was stunned.

She stared down at the platter, wondering if telling him that the watermelon wasn't that sweet would change his mind.

After taking a bit of the watermelon absentmindedly, a question popped into her mind. She turned to him again. "Can I ask you a question then?"