Christopher was staring at a painting on the wall. I was relieved he didn’t notice me.
“Miss, can I have the menu? You can’t take this away.” A waiter came up to me and reached out his hand.
I didn’t want to attract any attention, so I murmured some random dishes and hid behind a partitioned table. I immediately slumped down into the seat and kept my ears open.
The waiter turned a blind eye to odd behavior. Soon, he returned with my first order. I ate and eavesdropped as they talk.
Since there was a small gap in the partition, I peeked. Christopher gracefully took a few bites of the exquisite bun before he sipped his soup as Crystal fidgeted in her seat.
“Christopher, why did you send those to me?” she asked anxiously.
“Let’s talk after we eat. I’m starving,” he replied nonchalantly. “Well, if you can’t wait, you can leave now. And what I do with them will be none of your business.”
It was rare to see her in shock. He had gotten hold of her Achilles’ heel. I somehow felt contented to see her cornered.
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