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.

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.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

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.