When he looked up again, Juan's eyes were filled with a smile and he said, “Since you don't want to eat it, I'll pack it up and bring it to Rosetta. These are all her favorite dishes."
As Juan spoke, he seemed to realize that what he said was wrong and explained, “After all, we spent money on it. It would be a waste if we don't eat it. Clara, you can't bear to waste food, right?”
When I heard that, I wanted to laugh.
But I could not laugh at that moment.
Since I did not say anything, he started to feel guilty.
“I think, Juan, eating these is not enough. Why don't you buy some desserts for Rosetta? Girls like these sweet little things.”
He seemed to think what I said was right and nodded, “You are right, I will go buy some later.”
I smiled but replied nothing.
After dinner, he drove me back to the company.
When he came across a dessert shop on the road, he parked his car on the side of the road.
Then he was seen striding towards the dessert shop.
Not long after, he was seen walking out carrying an exquisitely packaged cake box.
When we got in the car, he threw the puff in his hand onto my lap and said, “I bought one for you, too. Try it.”