C287 That Night…(1)

Clarissa watched him grimace as he finished the bowl of noodles, even slurping down the broth. He sneaked a cautious glance her way, as if she couldn't guess his little scheme.

Rising slowly, Clarissa gathered the dishes from the table.

"Don't bother, Clarissa."

"I'm going to wash up."

"No need, Clarissa. Hollis has got it." She quickly insisted, making a beeline for the sink