Soon, Quill went to wash his hands, and everyone took their seats.
It should have been a pleasant meal as everyone was familiar with each other. However, because of the relationship between Vera and Quill, the atmosphere became awkward.
Vera would not look up and talk to Quill no matter what; she just kept her head low and ate. Quill did not say anything either and looked calm as if nothing happened between them.
Minerva felt that things couldn't go on like that. She had to do something.
However, Minerva felt a little shy doing so in front of Beanie, so she signaled him with a look.
Beanie was smart. He immediately understood and put his tableware down. "Mommy, Uncle, Auntie Vera, I'm full now. I'll head back to my room first, if that's okay?"
Then, Minerva pretended to ask, "You're full already? You've just eaten so little; don't want to eat a little more?"
Beanie shook his head. "I'm too full, Mommy."
Quill pursed his lips and glanced at Beanie. The boy chuckled and left the dining table.
After he left, Minerva smiled faintly. Just as she lifted her head, wanting to tell Quill something, she suddenly met his eyes, which were staring right at her. Although there was not much expression on his face, it seemed to have a trace of helplessness.
Had he known what she was planning to do?
Minerva wondered if he really knew her that well.
"Quill..."
Just when Minerva was about to speak, Vera stood up as if she was triggered by something. "I'll go and have a look at Beanie. He ate too little."
After that, she ran away in a hurry, ignoring whatever reactions the rest had.
Minerva didn't know what to say.
Huh? Before she could even call out to Vera, she had already disappeared. For how long was she going to continue acting like a scaredy- cat? Minerva was a little helpless. She had deliberately asked Beanie to go away so that they could talk about matters that weren't suitable for kids to listen to. In the end, Vera also ran away with him.
What a waste of her painstaking efforts.
Minerva sighed and turned to look at Quill.
"How scary are you to be able to scare her away again?"
Quill drank some soup calmly. His actions and expression were as usual. When he heard that, he lifted his eyes and glanced at Minerva.
"Wasn't it you who scared her off?"
Minerva sneered. "When have I scared her off? If you weren't here, would she act so timidly?"
Quill did not reply when he heard her words. Instead, his brows knitted into a slight frown.
Even until now, Vera was still afraid of him.
After that night, their relationship was indifferent; there was no progress at all. It was just that her reaction when she saw him wasn't as cold as before, but... it wasn't much better than before either. She was acting like a frightened bird, and he was the hunter who was pulling the bow.
Even though he didn't have an arrow in his hand at all.
Thinking of that, Quill pursed his thin lips and said faintly, "Maybe because I was born with a scary look?"
Minerva was rendered speechless.
What nonsense was he talking about?
"Quill, how on earth do you actually feel?"
He raised his eyes and looked at her.
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