Megan nodded and headed to the kitchen. Clara sat down next to Dylan and took her time sterilizing his silverware with hot water. To break the awkward silence, she decided to strike up a conversation.
“Mr. Dylan, have you been sleeping better lately? I noticed those dark circles are almost gone. Did you find a better sleeping pill?”
Dylan did look much healthier these days, and his usual aloof vibe seemed to have eased a bit. He glanced at the bowl she nudged toward him and gave a simple, “Mmm.”
Clara thought it was nearly impossible to have a real chat with him since his responses were usually just grunts. Just then, Megan brought out the food.
Clara noticed there were eight dishes, which seemed a bit much, so she tried to get Megan to join them. But Megan shot a quick look at Dylan and declined.
“No, thanks. I don't think Mr. Dylan would be too comfortable with that.”
Clara suddenly remembered how Dylan liked his meals in small portions, even at the Ferguson family estate, where everyone used serving utensils first. She had missed that detail.
Quickly, she used a clean fork to serve him some food in a small dish and looked at him warmly. “Is this okay?”
Dylan stayed silent, so Clara bravely pulled Megan to sit with them.
Megan ate cautiously, taking tiny bites, and whenever her eyes met Dylan’s, she quickly looked away. Clara got it; Dylan’s presence was a bit intimidating.
Especially since Megan worked at Moonlight, where Dylan was a top client, she couldn't afford to be too familiar. The meal was pretty quiet, and when Clara saw Dylan eating slowly, she hurried to pour him a glass of juice.
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