Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 130

Elliot’s POV

“Mr. Crown, welcome back. Your table is ready. Right this way,” the host said, motioning for us to follow him.

We walked across the restaurant and towards the large windows that overlooked the ocean. The table was covered in a white silk cloth and had a candlestick in the center that the host immediately lit upon seating us. Before the host even left, the waitress arrived with a bottle of the best champagne in the house, something I had preordered.

Silver looked amazed by this. I wanted this evening to go perfectly, and I didn’t want any delays so when I made the reservation, I also made the orders as well.

“I hope you don’t mind I already ordered for us,” I told her, watching as her gorgeous eyes grew large.

“When did you do that?” She asked, raising her brows.

“When I made the reservations,” I told her. “I have a surprise for you this evening and I didn’t want it to be delayed.”

She took a sip of her champagne and I saw the blush on her cheeks. She was so beautiful when she acted shy. The illuminating light of the crystal chandelier danced off her fair skin, making her practically glow before my eyes.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I found myself telling her without really meaning to. The words just slipped out of my mouth.

Her cheeks grew crimson as she blinked at me.

“You’re just saying that,” she said, biting onto her lower lip.

My gaze dropped to her full lips; I wanted so badly to taste them and claim them as mine. She licked her lips, leaving a glistening trail of saliva and making my cock twitch. I knew my eyes must have been dark with desires.

“I mean every word I say to you, Silver,” I tell her, my eyes never leaving her mouth. I finally lifted my gaze to look into her eyes. “Every word.”

She blushed even darker red, but she looked pleased by my words. Before she could say anything, the waitress returned with our appetizers.

“Stuffed peppers,” she said, setting them down in the center of the table.

“Thank you,” I said before she retreated. “I hope you’re hungry. I ordered a feast.”