Chapter 165
The whole dining room suddenly went quiet. Delia held back a smirk as she looked at Curtis. "Babe, you done eating? Want to head out?"
"Curtis~" Ella abruptly stood up and called out.
Delia's lips curved into a sarcastic smile. Seriously? That wasn't even close to getting under her skin. The audacity of this woman... thicker skin than she thought!
"Miss Young, is there something else you need?" Curtis didn't even acknowledge her, but Delia answered for him, tone sharp.
Ella ignored Delia entirely, locking eyes with Curtis. "Curtis, we really need to talk. At least let me check on your leg recovery and mental health. That's technically what I'm here for."
Curtis didn't even spare her a glance. Delia couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh right, Miss Young, aren't you a... what was it... oh yeah, a psychiatrist, wasn't it?"
Noah and Edith quietly gave Delia mental high-fives-classic Delia, not someone to mess with.
Ella pressed her lips together, clearly hurt. Curtis hadn't looked at her once. S

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