Chapter 70

Mason frowned slightly and twisted the pen closed.

He remembered the sounds Lilith made during the meal. He could endure it, but he wondered if Aiden would mind.

Ava was indeed an experienced professional. Mason's eyebrow raised, and she already guessed his thoughts.

She assured him, "Mr. Mason, rest assured. I'll remind Ms. Lilith on the way to pay attention to table manners. Aiden, coming from a literary family background, should be quite concerned about this."

Mason remained silent.

Ava was confident she guessed right. She despised Lilith even more now.

'Eating like a pig and still thinking of marrying Mason? Dream on!'

However, it was evident Lilith didn't think the same way.

She had dressed up intentionally, wearing a white layered dress with romantic lace layers that complemented her face. Ava pushed Lilith's wheelchair downstairs, casting a disdainful glance from above. In her mind, Lilith was a hillbilly. She was short, and this distasteful dress highlighted it.