Stella had also noticed Wilson staring, but she played dumb, sitting exactly where Julius guided her.
While they were eating, Wilson threw another fit.
He had arrived at the restaurant before Julius, yet his food still hadn't arrived, while the couple was already eating. Why?
He flagged down a waiter, his tone sharp. "Is your service always this atrocious? Do you not understand 'first come, first served'? I was here before them, yet their food is on the table and I'm still waiting."
The waiter patiently explained, "Sir, that table had a prior reservation. As a hotel guest walking in without one, there is a slight wait for your meal. If you'd prefer not to wait next time, you can order ahead through our restaurant's app."
Just then, the subordinate Wilson had sent to investigate returned. Wilson waved the waiter off dismissively, otherwise he likely would have kept berating the staff.
"Did you get her file?"
"Sir, we ran a facial recognition scan, but her file is highly encrypted. Even using our top connections, I couldn't pull up a single thing about her. Look."
The subordinate placed a tablet in front of Wilson.
Wilson's mood soured even more. First, he couldn't find the braided girl, and now he found another woman he wanted, only to hit a brick wall regarding her identity.
Lately, nothing was going his way.
He pondered for a moment, then whispered a few instructions to his man.
The subordinate nodded, replied 'Yes, sir,' and walked away.
Julius and Stella had been legally married for over a month, but this was their first time actually eating out together.
Julius played the perfect gentleman, constantly ensuring Stella had what she needed. He was treating this meal with the utmost importance—like their very first official date.


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