"No..."
Charity was stunned. "We..."
"Come back," Chester called.
Ken, who was about to open the door and head out, bit the bullet and said with his back facing them, "I didn't see anything."
"Don't spout nonsense. She's giving me a massage," Chester scolded.
Ken was taken aback.
Charity quickly pulled the blanket down to cover Chester's leg. "Since you're here, I’ll leave now."
"Don't.” Ken knew he had misunderstood, so he said hastily, "I've prepared your meal, Miss Robbins. Since it's past noon, you can have lunch together. Young Master Jewell's appetite hasn't been good lately, but maybe he'll eat better with you here."
"Enough. Don't put Charity in a difficult position." Chester sighed softly. “People might lose their appetite looking at how ugly I am. There's no need to do this."
Ken had served Chester the entire time, but it was his first time hearing Chester lament, and he was momentarily dumbfounded.
What act was Chester putting on?
Right then, Charity said, "You’re not that ugly."
"Forget it. I know what I look like." Chester looked miserable.
Upon seeing that, Ken quickly pleaded, "Miss Robbins, please stay back and have lunch. It’s just a meal."
Charity could not stand those two people singing the same tune, so she stayed back to have a meal in the end.
Although it was a takeaway, the food was tasty.
Charity knew it was a meal specially ordered from a certain five-star hotel chef.
Compared to her, Chester’s eating speed was relatively slower.
Ken was feeding Chester clumsily. He even " accidentally" spilled some soup on Chester's gown." I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."
Chester had a frown on his handsome, sickly face. He looked frustrated but did not say a word.
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