Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

Sebastian then asked if anyone else needed food before sitting down together.

Sebastian: "Okay..."

Intentionally or unintentionally, Sebastian sat on Vivienne's right side, the two of them sitting close together.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

After sitting down, Vivienne took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag and slowly wiped her hands. She wiped them very carefully until they turned red. Sebastian narrowed his eyes slightly.

After discussing the play for more than half an hour - including location scouting, casting choices, and filming - everyone else had eaten and drunk something except for Sebastian, who only drank two sips of water and ate nothing at all. Vivienne sneered: "The Crowley family heir is quite picky when it comes to food."

Sebastian always eats the best quality food. The beef must be Kobe beef; foie gras must come from Clsace in Kansas, black caviar, white truffles... everything has to be top-notch.

Putting down her wine glass with a smile on her face, Vivienne asked: "Mr. Crowley, why aren't you eating?"

Sebastian glanced at her and replied: "I'm not hungry."

Vivienne said gently: "How can that be? Even if you're not hungry, you should at least try some. This Spicy Chili Lobster is delicious; please give it a taste."

Sebastian never eats spicy food, so he frowned as he looked at Vivienne.