Deirdre clearly knew that she wasn’t attractive enough.

Taking a deep breath, Deirdre said, “Mr. Reed, can you remember yesterday when we had dinner together? I was sitting beside you when I picked up a pastry. You knocked that pastry out of the blue and took the whole plate away. M-May I know why you did that? C-Can you explain it?”

Kyran fell silent and didn’t move.

Deirdre frowned, feeling more uneasy. “M-Mr. Reed?”

Finally, Kyran responded, “Must I say it out?”

“Yes.” Deirdre bit her lip. She insisted on an answer because she had been tortured for a night just because of it.

Kyran seemed to have sighed, but in her ears, the exhalation seemed a little heavier.

Following that, he began to type.

“Those pastries were leftovers.”

Deirdre was shocked. “What?”

Kyran continued. “I saw a waiter take that plate out of a room while cleaning up in another room. That plate later turned out to be placed before you. It was obvious that the hotel took the opportunity to send over the lef