The smug smile on Edward Anderson's face disappeared in an instant.
She had no appetite, which meant she wouldn't eat. Had he been busy for nothing?
He followed closely behind Bella Scott, pleading, "Even if you have no appetite, you should eat a little. Your stomach isn't good—"
His answer was a resounding slam of the door.
Bella was angry. She stepped out of the house quickly and got into her car.
Even on the highway, she didn't know why she was so furious. It was just an imposter, after all. Why should she be angry?
He had, at least, gotten up early to make breakfast and spent more than two hours on it.
Since living with the imposter, she had found that he actually had many good qualities. Other than being a bit of a chatterbox and enjoying joking around, he was very much like Edward Anderson in many ways.
Even some small lifestyle details were strikingly similar to Edward Anderson.
