Separate Weddings, Separate Lives novel Chapter 42

The driver obliged and stopped the car in front of a restaurant, but Louisa wasn't hungry in the slightest. She had only said that to embarrass Danica.

"Um, I'm not that hungry." All Louisa wanted was to see Letitia.

The moment she got off the plane, her heart had gone haywire. She was torn between wanting to see her and being afraid to see her.

"I am," Elijah said. The driver had already opened the door for him.

His long legs encased in black trousers swung out of the car. A polished pair of black leather loafers gently landed on the ground. They were so clean that the light from the street lamps reflected off them.

His tall figure blocked the light coming in from the door. While the shadows softened the sharp angles of his browbone, they also made his deep stare look even darker—like a cave.

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Are you sure you're not hungry? Don't get so tired that you won't be able to cry later," Elijah said cockily, his tone lifting in mockery.

Cry? Why did he think she was going to cry?

Did he also think Letitia's accident was because of Louisa?

Louisa had many questions, but she remained silent and got out of the car.

Before she could hold onto the side of the door for support, Elijah reached out a hand in a gentlemanly manner.

He was incredibly unpredictable. Even a woman going through menopause wouldn't have as many mood swings as he had shown.

Louisa wasn't shy. She took his hand and walked into the restaurant with him.

Their waiter was extremely polite and kept bowing as he brought them to their table. The restaurant looked expensive and probably served some sort of exotic foreign food, which lessened Louisa's appetite even more. Due to her tense emotions, her entire chest felt tight and bloated.

The food was served soon enough, and Louisa was surprised to see that it was all local food. They were all her favorites, and more importantly, he had ordered a plate of lobster as well.

Even though she had only spent the last two days with him, she could already tell that he was a deeply confusing person. He was both domineering and picky, and he jumped the line between wanting something and disliking it all the time.

Louisa had just said that she wasn't hungry, but the delicious food in front of her shut her up. She dug in happily. The lobster was extra fresh and tangy. "Would you like some?"

Elijah had already eaten all of the dishes on the table except for the lobster.

"Am I supposed to chew the shell, too?" The meal had yet to soften his sharp tongue.

Louisa smoothly placed a chunk of de-shelled lobster into his plate. Elijah picked it up and tossed it into his mouth. As he chewed, he looked at her and said, "You're good at this."

"I love shellfish, so I've had my fair share of practice," she said as she removed the shell from another chunk of lobster and placed the meat into her mouth, licking her fingers clean after she did so.

When she realized she was acting way too casually, it was much too late. Elijah stared at her while he continued chewing the piece of lobster she had deshelled for him.