Chapter 1317

Chandler still had no intention of touching the soup. "How about this?" Scarlett suggested, placing a grilled shrimp on his plate. "It was caught just two hours ago, so it's incredibly fresh." "I'm allergic to seafood," Chandler replied curtly, showing no appreciation for her effort. Scarlett's smile faded, and the atmosphere grew tense and awkward. Helen propped her chin on her hand, struggling to suppress a giggle. She couldn't comprehend it—Scarlett was a beautiful woman with her own life, yet she chose to come here and chase after Chandler's indifference. It seemed there were plenty of people who thrived on this kind of self-inflicted misery. Still, it was a kind gesture, so it wouldn't be right to dismiss it. With that in mind, Helen picked up the bowl of soup. After pouring it into her bowl, she took a spoonful and said, "This actually tastes really good." She then pushed the bowl closer to Chandler, lightly resting her hand on his wrist. Pouting playfully, she said, "Hone