Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: You’re not stalking me 

Ambrose saw that he did not move, raised his eyebrows, “What? No appetite?” 

Uriah looked at him. “What’s the hurry?” 

Ambrose laughed, “There are good things I must want to share with you, if you are not willing, my sharing heart will not be a basin of cold water poured through?” 

“Not really.” 

Ambrose shook his head. “I can’t talk to you.” 

Uriah doesn’t talk much, but he doesn’t talk nonsense, and sometimes he can choke you up with a single word. 

Ambrose took a sip of wine and looked at him. “How long are you here this time?” 

“It depends.” 

Ambrose laughed. “Then I won’t be with you.” 

Uriah raised her eyelids. “Back to Paris?” 

“Yeah, I’m going back when things are done here.” 

“It’s just that I was supposed to leave today, but since you came, I’ll be 

a day late and go back early tomorrow morning.” 

Then he looked at the food on the table, “So you must do me the honor of tasting my order tonight.” 

Uriah looked at the dishes on the table again, his eyes flickering, “This dish is good, let you recommend it to me again and again?” 

“Of course, I don’t know about other places, but the food here is brought to me by local people here, and it’s very good.” 

“True people?” 

“Alva knows someone who is also one of the manufacturers we will be 

using for this new brand development.” 

Ambrose looked at Uriah and smiled. 

Among Uriah. Alva is not taboo. 

So to speak. 

But he wanted to see how he’d react if he said Alva. 

However, in the light. Uriah’s eyelids were half down, and he was holding the glass, his hand swaying. 

The light fell on his face but did not reach his eyes. 

Ambrose continued: “With this new brand development, I not only wanted to create something different and a new style, I also wanted to create accessories and, if possible, make our AK jewelry.” 

“Alva has drawn the drawings so far, and I have read the drawings she gave me. It is fine, no problem, I am very optimistic about it.” 

“The next thing is the accessories, and she’ll stay here for a few more days to sketch out the accessories, and when she does it, she’ll go back to Paris.” 

Uriah took a sip of wine and looked at the person sitting across from him. “You admire her.” 

Ambrose curled his lips, put down his glass, leaned back, crossed his hands on his legs, and looked at him. “Yes, I appreciate it. I was very optimistic about her before, but the more I contact with her, the more I think she is a good designer, a good employee.” 

Uriah did not speak again, but he did not take his eyes off Ambrose. 

Ambrose looked at him too, without any avoidance, not even the slightest stillness in the smile in his eyes. 

They look at each other and feel that something has changed, but nothing has changed.