Chapter 409

Listening from the side, Tanya could only marvel at how a powerful CEO could derive such a sense of superiority from a pair of slippers. He was more childish than Rex. Then again, maybe all men were childish at heart.

Except Frank. Frank, for his part, just smiled nonchalantly. "Disposable ones save her the trouble." After all, they could just be thrown away, no need for regular washing.

How considerate. Tanya figured it out. One was childish, the other was deceptively polite. If it weren't for the fact that Elissa was pregnant and she was worried about her, she wouldn't have stuck around for this soap opera.

Elissa pretended not to hear, carrying the thermal container to the dining table. The four of them sat down. While Frank went to the kitchen for utensils, Rowan seamlessly slid into the empty seat beside Elissa. He then played the gracious host, directing Tanya, "Ms. Foster, why don't you sit across from Elissa.”

Elissa was at a loss. Still stewing over his behavior at the press conference, she didn't spare him a single glance throughout the meal, her demeanor glacially cold.

Rowan, remembering the warm smile she had given Frank at the door, felt his own mood darken. Frank, however, seemed perfectly at ease. He sat down and placed a chicken leg on Elissa's plate. "This is a special organic chicken soup Edna made. She consulted a nutritionist; it's perfect for you."

Elissa had actually lost some weight due to morning sickness. She needed the nourishment.

"Great, thank you," she said. But before she could take it, Rowan's chopsticks intercepted the chicken leg and moved it to his own plate.

"She doesn't like drumsticks," he stated flatly, placing a chicken wing on her plate instead.

Elissa pressed her lips together and looked at him. "Maybe I like drumsticks now."

It was true she preferred wings, but she hated how he still acted like he knew everything about her. If he really knew her, he wouldn't have shown up at her door so casually after what had happened at the conference.

Rowan paused, recalling Rex's warning and realizing what was bothering her. He believed he had, acted in her best interest, but he hadn't considered that she didn't

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share this perspective and would naturally be angry. Stiff, with Frank present, his pride wouldn't let him back down. He glanced at her, his voice low. "Well, you still have to respect your elders."

Tanya, who had just taken a sip of beer, nearly choked. Unbelievable. He was actually competing with his own unborn child for food. A true CEO move.

This wasn't the first time Elissa had encountered his twisted logic, so she simply fell silent.

Frank's gaze flickered between them before he said to Elissa, "Don't worry. I'll have Edna make it for you again tomorrow."

"Oh," Elissa said, taking the

opportunity. "Speaking of net

Edna has been cooking and, delivering meals for me every day should start paying her salary."

Frank smiled and agreed readily. "Fine. It's all the same who pays."

It was a casual remark, but to a discerning ear, it hinted at a close relationship.

Rowan scoffed. "If it were really all the same, she wouldn't be offering to pay."

Frank smiled back. "It makes no difference to me." He had made up his mind. There was little he could

do for Elissa now, but he was done with other women, Once she settled, her affairs with the Murphys te planned to transfer all his assets to hér. So, for him, whether she paid Edna or he did, it truly made no difference.

This time, Rowan laughed outright. "You're delusional." He then turned to Elissa

for confirmation. "Aren't I right?"

Elissa didn't say a word, focusing instead on gnawing at her chicken wing.

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