When Christine downloaded the recommendation letter silently, she felt her neck being picked up by the man, and by her ears was the man's low, magnetic voice, "Let's eat."

Christine's bones were numb, and she couldn't help but shiver, turning back and directly hugging Franklin's neck and saying in a low, soft voice, "Honey, take me there in your arms."

But in her heart, she was slandering, "I don't want to eat the meal, and I just want to eat you."

The spoiling swept over Franklin's brow. He allowed Christine to nestle in his arms and carried her to the table.

The table was filled with four courses and one soup, and all the dishes looked extremely nice, making Christine feel surprised and smack her lips. Excellent people really were capable in every way.

Franklin sat beside her, sipping his soup slowly, with a reserved elegance, not making a sound.

On the other hand, Christine ate like a starving woman.

Franklin watched her eating and the corners of her lips twitched a few times and a solemnity crossed her eyes. It must be because The Stocks were usually so abusive to Chris!

He watched as Christine gobbled up her food, showed empathy and kept chucking food into her bowl.