Chapter 299 A Different Yvette

I stared straight at the unopened takeout on the table, my gaze unfocused, and declared with absolute certainty, "I'm not picky. I can eat anything, and I think everything tastes good." Yvette glanced at the food on the table without exposing my obvious lie. What was she up to? I couldn't help but feel suspicious. The waiter, as if frozen in place, stiffened for a second before carefully lowering his head to serve me some soup. But just as he handed me the bowl, his hand suddenly jerked as if he had been electrocuted, and without warning, the scalding hot soup spilled all over my hand. I sucked in a sharp breath from the pain, feeling as if my hand had been plunged into a furnace. The burning heat seared through my skin and burrowed straight into my bones. The pain was so intense that I almost passed out. Yvette's face darkened instantly, as ominous as the sky before a storm. Without a word, she grabbed my arm with a force that hurt and practically dragged me toward the sink. She