Capítulo 89: Mr. Johnson Can't Eat Meat

Claire smiled politely. "No, they suit my appetite."

Hunter sat down opposite her, and a servant brought him a small plate of vegetables.

Why did he eat alone?

Claire pointed to the enriched dishes in front of her and asked. "You don't eat any of this?"

Mr. Hopkins replied. "Mr. Johnson can't eat meat."

Claire narrowed her eyes slightly. "Allergies?"

"Not really. He throws up after eating meat."

Vomit?

What was wrong with him?

After dinner, the servants cleaned up the guest room.

"It's cold at night. I specially prepared a duvet for you. If you still feel cold, please tell me."

Claire nodded slightly.

"Are you afraid?" Hunter had changed into loose pajamas, and his collar was slightly tilted, revealing his delicate collarbone.

He was leaning lazily against the wall, a hand in his pocket. "If you dare not sleep alone, I can accompany you.