Chapter 464

"Why should I help you cut it?" Heather said, looking baffled.

"The other day in the car, you hit my arm and made it worse."

Greg pointed to the arm sling around his chest and said with a serious expression, "If I hadn't pulled you back in time, you would've hit your head and probably broken your neck."

His meaning was clear. He thought he saved Heather so asking her to cut a sandwich for him isn't too much to ask. Shouldn't Heather be taking care of him?

"Who even needs to cut a sandwich into pieces? You could just use your other hand to pick it up and eat it."

"I always cut my sandwiches," Greg replied with a straight face.

"Well, I'm not cutting it. Eat it however you want," Heather shot back.

These wealthy men and their ridiculous habits.

She had no intention of catering to his unreasonable demand and pushed the plate back to him.

At that moment, a maid brought over her breakfast. Heather picked up her glass of milk, took a sip, and began to eat. Greg, clearly annoyed, mum