Margie looked at Cain, who was seating opposite her. She observed how he clasped his long fingers together and kept his long legs crossed. What he did yesterday had completely changed her image of him. Back in the training ground, he was considered "the Devil." He would train like a madman and eat his meal like he was starving. He would always disturb her whenever she was alone. She didn't expect that the Devil actually had a soft side of him.
The way he talked and joked with her mother yesterday made her realize his affections. When she escorted him out, her child-like eyes met his dark and mysterious ones. His gaze alone mesmerized her, as if she was under a spell. She felt her skin prickle and warmth rise up to her cheeks. Indeed her perspective of him had changed.
"You know, watching me eat can be enjoyable for you but it can't make your stomach full," Cain said, bringing Maggie back to reality. He softly cut up his steak with his fork and knife. When he finished, he looked up at Maggie and switched their plates. "Eat."
Maggie only frowned while Cain resumed his meal gracefully. She muttered, "I am quite surprised that you are being this gentle, as if I will believe that. It's clear you are up to no good." To express her displeasure, she shoved down a large piece of steak into her mouth and chewed loudly. It was clear she was being rude towards him on purpose.
Both of them were eating in a fancy Western-style restaurant. There were times Benjamin and Monica would invite Maggie to eat here once in a while. That didn't mean she didn't know anything about table manners at all. She simply wanted to embarrass Cain. What was he hiding behind that handsome smile and bewitching eyes? For sure, the Devil was in there.
When people started to fill the restaurant, the scraping sound of Maggie's fork against the plate filled their ears. Disapproving glares were aimed at their table and some even whispered in gossip.
Cain only kept his composure and gave her a fond smile. Maggie felt her heart skip a beat.
It took her a while to realize that she was only making a fool of herself. If looks could kill, then the sharp glares at Maggie's direction could be enough to kill her. Women were captivated at the way Cain moved. There was a hint of jealousy in the atmosphere and whispers of admiration for Cain could be heard.
"Ugh. Well-played." Maggie gritted her teeth in annoyance. Why did she even accept his invitation for dinner?
When Cain saw her take a bite of her steak in annoyance, a small amused smile danced on his lips. "It must be very hard for you to be with Edgar."
"Well, not really," Maggie replied.
"He doesn't have much time for you, am I right?" Cain only continued.
Maggie tilted her head to the side with a smile. "Then you absolutely have no idea how it feels to be with the one you love. Even if he isn't around, my heart is still filled with love and happiness." She closed her eyes and put a hand on her chest.
"I had witnessed many things that proved to be worthless as time passes by," Cain interjected indifferently. "Those sappy love stories don't apply in the real world. Give them a bit of temptation, they crumble away."
Maggie frowned and rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Cain, I noticed that whenever you talked to me, it seemed like you wanted me to break up with Edgar. Do you have feelings for me or do you have a grudge against Edgar? To put it simply, either you love me or you hate Edgar."
Cain sipped some water, his expression not changing. But deep inside, his pulse quickened. After all, she was raised in a military family with her sharp wits cultivated in a special environment. She might tend to leap before thinking but her instincts were good.
"What if I tell you that..." Cain leaned forward, his eyes were intense and intimate. "You got a pretty good hunch." His pupils darkened as Maggie gave him a strange look. A teasing smile grew on his lips.
Maggie immediately realized she was tricked! She tried her best to not throw the plates at Cain's face.
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