Monica watched as Finn busied himself in and out of her kitchen. When he saw that she was up, he said calmly, "You're awake. It's time for dinner."
When had she ever said that she was going to have dinner with him? When did she say that she wanted him to have dinner at her house?
"Have a seat first. I'll bring the dishes over."
Monica sneered. She really did not know how thick-skinned a man could be when he was shameless. Nevertheless, she sat at the dining table, and in front of him were two dishes — a salad and a risotto.
At that moment, Finn was carrying a plate of grilled steak. It was obvious that he was trying to cater to her taste. He placed the plate between them before he sat down.
He said, "You're in the early stages of your pregnancy, and your nausea is bad. That's why you have to eat a well-balanced meal."
Monica just looked at Finn without touching her utensils.
