Chapter 109
The only thing about the restaurant was the dark environment. No wonde Noir Restaurant
The waitress’s introduction somewhat made sense. The food tasted a little bit more delicious when she focused all her senses without all the noises around her.
The last course was steak, which was served in a complicated way. It was laid on a copper plate with a roaring charcoal fire underneath. Due to the high temperature, the staff needed to isolate the heat. Several people carried the equipment in, but the steak serving was only so large.
Stella looked at the pathetically portioned, perfectly plated dish and was at a loss of words.
Seeing that he did not move, Weston tapped his finger lightly on the table. “Help me cut it.” Stella was startled. She thought she misheard him until he repeated himself. Her face turned cold. “Don’t you know how to cut it yourself? Cut it yourself and eat it.”
Weston crossed his fingers together. For some reason, he was patient with her again. “I want to eat whatever you cut.”
“Then don’t!”
Weston said nothing and just looked at her like that.
Stella suddenly remembered the scene at Yvonne’s house the other day. She watched how Weston served so gentlemanly. He took the plate in front of Guinevere, cut the steak for her, and gave it to her.
He was so gentlemanly and kind. When it came to her, he demanded her to serve him. What did he take her for? A nanny? A maid?
Her heart was cold, and she refused to do it. After a while, she said, “I’ll ask the waiter to cut it for you.”
“Forget it.”
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