"It doesn’t matter. It's just that if Miss Knowles loves beef, I know a place in the Capital that is quite famous." Luther smiled, "Why don't we give it a try tomorrow."
"Thanks, but no." Joyce grimaced.
He just would never give up every single opportunity, right? What a cheeky man.
"Strange, Miss Knowles, why is there no fork on your plate? How inconvenient it must be to eat like that." Luther kindly pointed it out, and then, he walked to the dining table next to her, took a fork and put it on her plate.
"Thanks. I left it on the dining table earlier. It doesn’t matter, and I'll just use a spoon."
Joyce glanced at him faintly, and she felt a bit worried.
Did he find something? Or did he see her throw her fork and hit the younger Mr. Walsh in the back of his hand?
She didn't think of adding another fork to her plate, because she was already full.
Just now she was perhaps too impulsive. She should think about it before she did such a thing.
Damn, she was really a bit too nosy.
Sure enough, Luther continued his analysis emotionlessly.
"A fork hit the hand of the younger Mr. Walsh's hand. And your fork is missing from you plate. Could that be the same fork? The one that was stuck in his hand and the one you just accidentally lost?" He paused, "After all, as far as I can see, tonight, Miss Knowles is the only person who has a problem with the younger Mr. Walsh."
She listened and frowned.
"Mr. Warner must be so good at imagining. You won’t think that I did it, right?" She coolly swept him a glance, "I am actually not so good at forks."
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