Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 344

James’ POV

“Why the hell are you ordering just water?” I demanded with pursed lips.

“Because that’s what I want, obviously.” She responded calmly.

“That’s bullshit, I heard your stomach growl back in the car, you’re definitely hungry.” I pointed out and watched as a little color pinked up her cheeks. The freckles on her cheeks seems to come to life more here in the insides of the restaurant, giving her a radiant look, coupled with the way her green eyes gleamed brightly like two jewels.

“You’re telling a lie,” She argued but the bite in her voice wasn’t as intense as usual this time and I knew that I had been right, she really was hungry, proving me right that I had been right to keep worrying about her.

I ignored her and ordered for the waiter to bring different varieties of dishes, and when he had left, I had been greeted with her glare.

“I’m not eating any of those.” She pointed out and I lifted an inquiring brow. “And why is that?”

“Because I don’t have money for all of that, didn’t you see the price tag of their dishes?? One serving of steaks is freaking five thousand dollars? Why would you even bring me go a diner as costly as this??” She ended all of her rants with a small huff and an eye roll.

“Don’t worry about the payment for dinner tonight, it’s on me.” I breathed out after a few moments, but she only eyed me off before lifting her chin.

“I can’t allow someone pay for my meal, if you’re paying for it tonight then I am going to pay you back after I’m done paying you all the previous outstanding debts.”

The tome in her voice had been serious and I caught a hint of pride in that, and so I let out a low hum as I nodded my head.

“Sure, suit yourself.”

When the food finally arrived, she was hesitant and refused to try out the food until after I kept insisting and reminding her that her money which she was going to pay me back was going to be of no use, was when she then decided to eat the food.

And as she ate, I hated how my eyes kept getting pulled to her face, over and over again. Even how she ate looked so collected and poise, and each time she caught me staring at me, a bored look was always on her face, which I hated to admit but it fueled me on– and each time our eyes meet, I was never averting my gaze, leaving her to do that over and over again.

When she got tired of it, she leveled me with a glare and I silently began to ask myself if this was the first time I was finding a glare on a female’s face hot.

“Why are you staring at me every damn time?” She demanded while pointing her knife at me, and I let out a small snort as I leaned towards her.