Chapter 69: It's My Fault

During dinner, Ellena could feel that there was something off with the atmosphere.

And after looking at “Nicklaus's” face, she could tell that she wasn't making this up. Most of the time, his expression usually held an aura of coldness and indifference. He didn't have to speak to make his presence known to the people around him, especially her.

However, this time, his eyebrows were more furrowed over, and his eyes glinted dangerously. He was like a predator who had just lost his prey. He clenched his fingers around his fork so tightly that a part of her was afraid that it would break.

Picking up a piece of fish, she placed it in his bowl. "Try this. I sprinkled in a little bit of pepper today, so I'm not sure if you'd like it." She said gently, trying her best to erase the tension in the atmosphere.

But instead of eating it, “Nicklaus” picked it up with his chopsticks and threw it across the table.

Ellena frowned.

Had she done something to piss him off? Her lips pursed together