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."

Sylvia inwardly mocked him for

her brother to be so. In her opinion, Franklin was always aggressive, cold-hearted, and

behaved so

tricks to gain Sylvia's favor were

Romeo triumphantly. “Look. My brother's more skilled.’ James inwardly praised

their heads while munching the food

changed his image in their mind

was also shocked. “Bravo, Mr. Maskelyne!' However, he was worried as Sylvia might not

a waiter. "Mr. Maskelyne is injured.

picked up a serving spoon, looking at Franklin with a sincere smile. "Mr. Maskelyne,

eyes narrowed. He said, sounding aggressive, "Sylvia,

almost smashed his fork onto Franklin's face. 'How shameless!" He naturally picked

lobster closer to Sylvia,

smile blossomed across

looked stern, she emanated aloofness. However, when she smiled, her face was

to light up the room. All

mellowly in a seductive

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

ignored by him, "You can go back to your work. He's

the only woman in this world with the guts to remark

if he was waiting for

people at the table couldn't believe

status, Franklin exuded a strong aura. His

would naturally feel stressed. However, when his gaze

tell he was

face dark, his eyes full

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