Chapter 373 What If It Matters to Me?

It was not a question, just a statement of fact. When he said this, his gaze turned cold as he glanced at Inch. Inch seemed somewhat panicked, opening his mouth as if to say something but then hesitating. Watching the subtle interaction between the two of them, I paused for a moment, and my mind could not help but go back to Sweety, who had just left. I was talking to her for so long, and she had not even asked how I got hurt. In the past, she would have grabbed me and bombarded me with questions about how I got this injury. I could not help but feel disappointed, and my mood dimmed slightly. Before Sweety arrived, I had ordered a variety of dishes that she liked, expecting her to join me. Unfortunately, she left without even taking a single bite though the waitstaff had already served all the dishes. There were too many dishes for me to finish alone. I looked at Inch and Charlie and said, "Have you guys had dinner? I originally made plans with a friend, but she left, so it's just