The smile on Paul's face became broader.

Sylvia ate the rib picked by him.

Romeo secretly praised his older brother for his excellent performance. Franklin looked stern, watching the scene icily. Then his gaze fell on the rib, his eyes glittering with anger.

The next second, he started to shell the lobsters. His slender, artwork- liked fingers worked fast. Several Boston lobsters were shelled shortly after.

"Hiss!" he suddenly grasped.

Others looked over, only to find the blood on a finger of his right hand. Franklin stared at the wound expressionlessly. Then he looked at Sylvia and complained, "It hurts.” Others were shocked by his words.

He looked as if he was repressing the tremendous pain. "I'd better be tolerant.”

With those words, he pushed the shelled lobsters to Sylvia. "For you, Sylvia."

Everyone could tell he was trying to act cute.

He behaved too awkwardly but was still attractive, especially since he had such a lovely face.

Sylvia glanced at the lobster and then at Franklin, who was as noble as a prince. She thought he wasn't only abnormal but also dramatic.

“Mr. Maskelyne, you are always an overbearing, cold man. Why are you so dramatic now?" thought her.

While she was wondering, Franklin kept an aloof look and reached his injured finger to her. "It still bleeds. Dr. Andrews, can you help me?" Sylvia grabbed a paper napkin, covered his wound, and tied a bowknot. "Are you happy with my help, Mr. Maskelyne?"

The bowknot was too adorable for such a man of status.

However, Franklin replied in satisfaction, "Dr. Andrews, I want to have the orange chicken. Can you please pick some for me? My right-hand hurts. I'm afraid I cannot use a fork now."

inwardly mocked him for being so

her brother to be so. In her opinion, Franklin was

behaved so shamelessly

tricks to gain Sylvia's favor were

skilled.’ James inwardly praised Franklin. He never wanted Franklin

bowed their heads while munching the food in

his image in their mind

Maskelyne!' However, he was

lips and called over a

Andrews." The waiter picked up a serving spoon, looking at Franklin with a sincere

narrowed. He said, sounding aggressive, "Sylvia,

smashed his fork onto Franklin's face. 'How shameless!" He naturally picked up more food for Sylvia,

latter almost went ballistics. Pushing the lobster closer to Sylvia,

blossomed across

features were exquisite. When she looked stern, she emanated aloofness. However, when she smiled,

room. All people at the

intensely. He asked mellowly in a seductive

me shell the lobsters. Thanks, Franklin." Sylvia stood up while she spoke. She picked up his

by him, "You can go back

this world with the guts to remark Franklin

looking as if he

the table couldn't

man of status, Franklin exuded a strong

However, when his gaze fell on Sylvia, his eyes

wise could tell he was obsessed

his face dark, his eyes full

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