The fork fell to the ground, the sound it made was particularly jarring at this kind of dining table.
Bella Woods quickly apologized, "Sorry, Uncle and Aunt, I lost my composure."
She wanted to pick it up, but the aunt beside her had already helped and handed Bella a new fork.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a small thing. At your own home, dropping a fork is nothing," May Woods shrugged casually.
Calvin Marshall nodded frantically, "A friend's home is your own home, a friend's brother is your own brother, it's right for a brother to take care of you."
Bella Woods just smiled.
After that, nothing else happened during breakfast.
It was only when Bella was about to leave Calvin Marshall's residence that some incident occurred.
"Do you have a class later? I can take you on my motorcycle," Calvin said, dressed in leather, spinning the motorcycle key coolly.
Bella was about to respond when a familiar arm pulled her into its embrace.
