Shut Up

Ethan clicked his tongue, feeling sour. He couldn't help but mock, "I'm sorry, is it just me, or is our inhuman Mr. Lindsay turning out to be the hopeless romantic type?" Amore replied with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "How about shutting up, Ethan." Ethan raised his hand, making a zipping motion across his mouth. But within two seconds, he couldn't help but add, "But is it worth it? You're silently sacrificing, and she doesn't even realize it." "She doesn't need to." Amore nonchalantly flipped a page of the newspaper in his hands, his tone unchanged: "These are the things I am willing to do." He was willing. So whether he sacrificed or not, he never felt the need to let Lucille know. Thinking of this, Amore looked up. His aloof gaze swept over Ethan, warning him in a tone neither light nor heavy, "Mind your own business." Ethan rolled his eyes, somewhat speechless. "Alright, alright." In the middle of their conversation, a maid brought over coffee. Ethan's eyes lit up as he jo