Chapter 811 Don't You Have Hands?

• Mateo's face fell. Just as he was about to turn her down, he looked up and saw Crayson staring sternly at him. Left with no choice, he rose and sat down on the chair beside it.
• Just then, Matthew took off his apron and shuffled toward them from the kitchen.
• "Come on, Master Iron. I've reserved a seat for you." Eleanor patted the seat beside her with a bright smile. "Don't you think I treat you well?"