She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 598

"Mr. York, it looks like your friend is on a date with her boyfriend?"

"What boyfriend? He's just a friend."

Miles reflexively bit out the correction in a low, gravelly voice.

Juliana disagreed. "Mr. York... just look at the way that man is looking at her. That deep, affectionate gaze is definitely not how you look at a 'just a friend.'"

With a knowing smirk, she pressed on, "Besides, Grimaldi's is exclusively for romantic dates or candlelit anniversary dinners. What kind of regular friends meet up here?"

Miles's fingers gripped the edge of the table, his eyes turning abyssal. "We aren't even friends, yet we're sitting here, aren't we?"

Juliana's face flushed deep red. She scrambled to defend herself, "Mr. York, we went on a blind date. I was very interested in you, which is why I asked you out.

"If you didn't want to date me, why did you show up?"

Miles's expression turned glacial. "Ms. Hale, I only came here to politely say hello out of respect for my aunt. I never agreed to any sort of date with you."

Juliana froze. The man was gorgeous, but his temper was insufferable.

Terrified he might just walk out and leave her humiliated, she hurriedly smoothed her expression and softened her tone.

"Mr. York... we can at least try, right? I promise, if we meet a few times and you still don't want to pursue anything, I won't force it."

Hearing her backtrack, Miles slightly relaxed his icy demeanor.

"Ms. Hale, dinner is on me tonight. Whatever it costs, I'll have my assistant reimburse you double."

Seeing that he wasn't going to leave, Juliana let out a quiet sigh of relief and offered a sweet smile.

"Thank you, Mr. York. You're a perfect gentleman."

Meanwhile, the waiter served the steaks at Quinn's table. Ethan picked up his cutlery, elegantly slicing the meat for her.

"Ethan, thank you, but I can do it myself."

"Nonsense. The restaurant actually offers tableside carving, but I told them to leave it to me. Let me cut this for you."

Quinn withdrew her hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a familiar silhouette reflected in the dark windowpane, and she froze.

She blinked, trying to get a better look, but a waiter pushing a wine cart stepped in front of her, blocking her view.

"Mr. Leigh, your wine has breathed."

She wanted *Miles* to do it for her. What was the point if a waiter did it?

If she wanted a waiter to do it, she would have asked for one!

The waiter, noticing her sour expression, hurried through the task just wanting to get away from the awkward tension.

Miles continued using the window's reflection to track Quinn and Ethan's every move.

He saw the velvet box sitting on the table and the bouquet of roses. His grip on his cutlery tightened so fiercely it looked as if he might snap the silver in half.

"Mr. York, is the... steak not to your liking?"

Juliana noticed his white-knuckled grip and asked in confusion.

Miles ignored her.

Quinn set down her fork. "I'm going to the restroom."

Seeing her walk toward the back, Miles immediately threw down his silverware, told Juliana he needed to use the restroom, and followed her.