"Mr. Wood," Fiona held the lunchbox and knocked on the door, "Lunch is here."

A cold voice was heard, "No need."

"Oh, Mrs. Wood ordered it for you."

"Enter."

Fiona breathed a sigh of relief. Gale's name really was useful.

Shawn sat in front of the desk. He stared at the box, "She bought it?"

"Yes," Fiona said smoothly, "You're still in her heart… She's a girl. They rarely mean what they say. Sometimes, you shouldn't take it too seriously."

Shawn coldly snorted.

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