Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Proud Peacock

(Author’s POV)

"I am hungry. By the way, where is the place you have decided on?" Myra asked Fabian.

"Take a guess. Ms. Miracle," Fabian said with a subtle grin.

"How would I know?" Myra spoke without looking at him, her eyes were focus on the road ahead.

"The location is already set on the GPS. You just follow it and then you’ll see," he didn’t tell her where exactly they were heading to.

"Fair enough," Myra muttered. The three of them chatted happily all throughout the ride, or it was mostly Yelena talking and the other to replying to her.

Soon, their destination arrived and as Myra looked at the place, her eyes widened. The car came to a halt as she looked at Fabian with a puzzled expression, "We are having lunch at, Blissful Abode? How did you even get the reservation for this place?" she was shocked.

Actually, as a repayment for teaching her driving, Myra invited Fabian for lunch because he declined any monetary payment. But when he asked her where they should go, she simply stated, ’The choice is all yours. You can pick any place.’ Later on, Yelena arrived to Esteria and got to know about the plan from Myra. She asked Myra, if it was okay if she could also join both of them. Myra agreed but asked Fabian. Fabian was on board as well, although he wanted it to be just the two of them.

"With just a bit of connection," Fabian mumbled.

"Ohhhh come on, showoff," Yelena uttered. "Myra, it is his~" she was about to say something but Fabian interrupted.

"Are you backing out now, hmmm, Myra? We can go to somewhere else," Fabian feigned seriousness.

"You bet. Blissful Abode it is," Myra replied, feigning haughtiness as they both cracked, looking at each other the next second.

Yelena then commented, "By the way, my-my, not bad, hahh~ ....... Well done. You are good to get your driving license. I, as the judge, approves it ...... Ahaaa, Finally, I am free being your chauffeur and will get to lounge around while you drive me to places," she teased Myra as this was a running joke between the two of them.

"And where is my praise? Aren’t I a good tutor?" Fabian puffed his cheeks, fishing for more compliments.

"Ohhoo, behaving like a proud peacock, aren’t you, Mr. Fabian Driving Instructor?" saying this, Yelena clicked her tongue at him.

Myra laughed at their conversation, more of a bickering, as she said, "Let’s go inside. As you already know, today’s treat is on me, so don’t hesitate. And seriously, I have been dying to try their fettucine pasta." She hooked on Yelena’s hand and started dragging her inside as she said to Fabian, "Hurry up."

Fabian smiled and shook his head lightly as he walked behind the two besties.

He had booked a VIP private room. As the three of them entered the manager greeted them politely, "Young Mast~" before he could complete his words, Fabian gave him a hard glare as he shook his head. The manager changed his tune instantly, ".... I mean, Mr. ..... Stephens, we are honored to have you. We have been waiting for your arrival. Pl~ease, come this way."

Yelena snorted at the cover up as she looked at Fabian and thought, ’Why is he even hiding the fact that this restaurant belongs to him? Myra already knows he is filthy rich.’

Fabian could feel Yelena giving him a suspicious look, so he asked, "Do I have something on my face? Or is my hair messy or what?"

"No, why, Mr. Proud Peacock?" Yelena inquired.

"No, I just thought ..... why do you keep giving me those suspicious glares every now and then," Fabian was straightforward with his words.

Yelena laughed and whispered, "Don’t you already know, Peacock Stephens?" She then shifted her gaze to Myra and then back to Fabian with a knowing smile.

Myra was busy looking at the place and counting the money in her bank account. She totally skipped Fabian’s and Yelena’s whispering.

As they passed by the open area, Myra noticed that there were little to no customers. This restaurant, Blissful Abode, has just opened a few months ago and has been the talk of the town, garnering a lot of reputation for its top-notch ambience as well as hospitality. Everyone at the campus has been buzzing about it. When she was having one of her driving lessons with Fabian, the topic of good places in Esteria came up and Myra said in passing, ’Someday, I would take my family to that new fancy restaurant. The one named, Blissful Abode. I have heard they are the best in business right now.’

Yelena drooled at the assortment of artfully arranged cuisines while Myra went speechless. There were over fifteen courses placed in front of her, most of which were her favorite.

Fabian asked her, "What happened, Myra? Is there something wrong, huhh?" He placed a portion of fettucine pasta on her plate. "Weren’t you looking forward to try it? Have some. Tell us, whether it is to your taste or not."

Myra picked up her fork, spiraling the dish, she tried the dish under the watchful eyes of Fabian. The rich aroma was wafting from it and as she took the first bite, it melted in her mouth. She couldn’t help but commented, "It tastes heavenly."

Hearing her words, Fabian smiled and just kept on serving her more food. Myra commented,

"You should eat as well, Fabian." Picking up a vanilla filled crepe she placed it in Fabian’s plate, urging him to eat.

Yelena on the other hand didn’t stand on ceremony. She tried on everything that was placed in front of her and every now and then she would say, with her mouth full, "Ummm~ this shrimp is so ... good, Fabian. Can you tell Chef Rooser, the food is out of this world."

"Are you friends with the chef?" Myra asked.

"Ummhmm, he and I are close," Fabian replied while filling Myra’s half empty glass.

The three of them chatted and ate happily. After finishing her meal, Myra excused herself and made her way outside for the reception. She asked the receptionist for the bill. She was halfway calling William, asking him to transfer a bit of money as she thought, the amount in her bank account might not be enough.

The reception replied with a polite smile, "Ma’am, your meal has already been paid."

"Paid?"

To Be Continued . . . . . . . .