Matthias wedged himself between Chelsea and Melford, resolutely standing by Chelsea’s side, awaiting her feedback.
Melford shifted slightly and found himself face-to-face with Matthias’s firmly planted backside.
“...”
Where did this brat come from?
Does he have no manners?
Chelsea picked up a bite of the stewed tofu, chewing slowly with a calm expression.
Matthias, visibly...