Half a moment passed, and Camila Walker just stared at him without answering his words. Finally, she calmly turned her head away, ignoring him, and continued chatting with Jose Pearce, laughing.
"Are you hungry? Mrs. Beckham made this chicken soup early this morning, and I've brought you some." Saying so, Camila Walker opened the thermal box on her own.
Jose Pearce didn't say anything, his line of sight wandering between the two of them.
Had she stopped caring about Clayton Howard as much as before because he had hurt her in South Korea?
Jose Pearce kept a calm face, his gaze falling onto Camila Walker's fair and delicate features.
She just went on to open the thermal box and then ladled out a bowl of chicken soup, about to hand it to herself.
Beside them, seeing that she completely ignored him, Clayton Howard couldn't help feeling a bit anxious.
"Camila!"
With his displeased voice rising, Camila Walker's movement of handing the chicken soup to Jose Pearce paused.
