CHAPTER 8: FINALLY FED

When they returned, Clyde asked, "Cris, Tristan says you're making me rush to fetch your food?" He lifted his brows, as though pondering whether she actually did. Cristine has recently been aware of their affinity towards lifting their brows.

Cristine's gaze narrowed in on the young master. Of course, she didn't persuade Clyde; Tristan is simply fabricating things. Her hands ache to yank someone's hair out. She cast a sweet, coquettish gaze towards Clyde.

"I'm hungry, Clyde, and I'd like to eat something." "Please?" Cristine is behaving childishly. She has no concept of shame. She understood that her attractiveness was sufficient to conquer other people, but that her childishness was sufficient to conquer her brother.

Clyde amusedly stated, "All right, I never expected you could bring your childishness here Cristine." Cristine couldn't believe Clyde called her childish. It's alright not to be too verbal since you can hurt someone's heart. Cristine appeased her heart by saying Clyde wa