The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508
Griffon led Taya to the top floor of the hotel.
It was a French restaurant. Sitting there, they had a
panoramic view of the nighttime scenery.

He seemed to have booked the entire restaurant. There was a
group of waiters in tuxedos and bow ties, serving only them.
The energetic French manager, who was dressed in a suit and
leather shoes, sat down on the terrace in front of them. He
leaned over and handed them an extremely luxurious menu.
Griffon took it and placed it in front of Taya. “What do you
want to eat, Taya?”
Taya opened the menu. When she saw that it was all in
French, she looked a bit constipated.
She couldn’t understand it at all. A subconscious trace of
embarrassment appeared on her fair face, and her flustered
hands tucked her hair behind her hair.
Griffon, who was sitting across from her, quickly stretched out his fingers to take the menu.

He didn’t know what she liked to eat, so he wanted her to
order for herself. However, it seemed that he hadn’t been considerate enough.
Griffon felt a little guilty. He glanced at Taya, but didn’t say anything.

He turned his head to the French manager and used English to order. After ordering the appetizer and the main course, he looked at Taya again.
“Taya, do you want macarons or egg tarts for dessert?”
He gave her a choice in an attempt to divert her attention so
that she wouldn’t feel so ashamed.
She whispered, “Egg tarts…”
She liked food that was soft and sweet, and egg tarts happened to be her favorite.
Griffon nodded gently. He closed the menu and signaled for
the French manager to leave.
On the unique, French-style dining table, a few flickering
candles shone dimly on their faces.
The dim light made Griffon, who was wearing a white shirt
with a slightly open neckline, look extremely noble and

mysterious.
Holding a wine glass with one hand, he leaned on the leather sofa. With a pair of deep eyes that seemed to hold constellations in them, he stared at the woman across from
him.

Taya kept her head down. She stared at her fingers without saying a word. Perhaps it was the environment that made her feel pressured and nervous.
Griffon stared at her for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The manager immediately
came over.
“Yes, sir?”
He whispered a few words to the manager in French this time, which Taya didn’t understand. Moments later, however, a
famous cellist came to the restaurant.
The cellist didn’t dare to come over. He simply nodded to them, then sat in the dining room and started to play.
Slow and relaxing music could be heard, which made Taya’s
tense nerves slowly relax…
Seeing that she was no longer on edge, Griffon raised his fingers. He grabbed her hand, which was on the table.

He didn’t say anything and just held her tightly, as if he was
holding a treasure that he was reluctant to let go of.
He didn’t let go until the waiters served the French dishes one
by one…
When Taya bowed her head to eat quietly, Griffon made a
mental note of everything she ate.
In the past, he would get frustrated with her and wage a cold
war against her. He hardly paid attention to what she liked, which was a pity.
From then on, he would remember all her preferences, hoping
that it would make up for the mistakes he made.
His stomach wasn’t in good condition, so he didn’t eat much.
He just stared at her as she sat peacefully and beautifully by
the candlelight….
Feeling a burning gaze on her, Taya felt a little uncomfortable. She eyed Griffon.
Seeing that he hadn’t touched the food in front of him, she
couldn’t help but frowned. “Does your stomach hurt?”
Griffon didn’t expect that she still remembered that he had
stomach problems. A smile flashed across his eyes. “I’m fine.”

After toying with the knife and fork in her hand, Taya worked
up her courage. She cut a small piece of foie gras for him and brought it to his lips.
Seeing that she was offering to feed him, Griffon’s cold and deep eyes began to water.
He opened his thin lips slightly and ate the piece of foie gras. It wasn’t supposed to be sweet, but he felt that every bite of it
was bursting with sweetness.