"You know the takeout number?" Melody Duncan looked at Ethan Thompson with immense surprise.
Isn't he the company chairman? Such trivial tasks as ordering takeout should be unfamiliar to him.
The corner of Ethan Thompson's mouth twitched. How would he know the takeout number? All he did was call his assistant, Asher Zimmerman, and asked him to make the call for delivery.
Ethan really wasn't wrong, for when he and Melody reached his apartment, the ordered meal had just arrived. They had barely stepped through the door when the delivery person rang the doorbell.
Melody saw the opened food container and exclaimed, "There's even a couple's set meal for takeout, Ethan, is this specially serviced for you?"
"...." Ethan gave her a glance and, too lazy to explain, just lightly said, "Aren't you going to wash your hands and come eat? Weren't you hungry in the car just now?"
"Was I?" Melody looked at him perplexed, not recalling having said she was hungry.
