The aloofness in Rosalie''s eyes pierced through Theodore''s heart. He smiled helplessly, and asked, "Does that mean you wantmb?"


    "Why not? Lamb''s pretty delicious. I like whatever Seb likes to eat." Rosalie turned to Sebastian, and said, "Let''s ordermb."


    She sounded like she was saying it out of spite, and Sebastian could sense it.


    He wasn''t sure if Rosalie liked eatingmb right now, but since she didn''t like it in the past, he didn''t want to take the risk. She probably wouldn''t feelfortable eating something she didn''t fully enjoy.


    "Rose, I suddenly don''t feel like havingmb. Let''s have something else. Why don''t you choose?" he offered.


    Rosalie didn''t actually want to eatmb, and she said what she said out of spite. On second thought, she shouldn''t force herself to eatmb out of anger over Theodore. If she got nauseous, it would blow her cover.


    She stared at the menu, suddenly at a loss for what to order.


    "Braised beef," Theodore suddenly spoke up. "It''s your favorite."


    Theodore turned to the waiter, and said, "I want one braised beef. Rose, order that too. You love eating that."


    Rosalie furrowed her brows, slightly displeased. Theodore was seizing every chance he could get to provoke and challenge them.


    “I''ve gotten sick of eating braised beef,” Rosalie countered coldly. “Two tropical seafood pae, thank you.”


    Rosalie returned the menu to Lily.


    It was Theodore''s turn to furrow his brows. "Is that so? Gotten sick of it? Then tell me, what are you not sick of eating?"


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    Theodore said, "I don''t want to drink, too. Give me a ss of fruit juice, the same as hers."


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    Lily nodded. “Okay."


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    With that, Cynthia looked at Theodore and smiled coyly.


    Lily shed them a professional smile, with mixed feelings in her heart.