I paid attention to his every movement and noted a hard-to-describe dignity and elegance to them.
Could he be a prince or have a similar status?
Just when I was thinking of this, Nibel’s voice sounded in my ear. “Please, take a seat, Miss Wanda.”
He pulled out a chair beside the main host’s seat and expressed for me to sit down.
After I did so, he returned to the main host’s seat and slowly sat down before clapping his hands.
The dishes were served.
It was Western food, and we each got our own portion. The serving was not too big, but the food was well-balanced.
Following that, someone served us wine.
Nibel’s smile never once dissipated. He glanced at me. “I doubt you’ve had dinner yet, have you, Miss Wanda? Hurry up and dig in.” He picked up his knife and fork and started on his meal after he said that.
Seeing this, I also started eating.
His polite and gentle attitude scared me. Two-faced individuals were not easy to deal with, especially those like Nibel. The consequences would be disastrous the moment they got angry. Not to mention, I still had no idea who he was.
I was on tenterhooks and could not eat peacefully.
“You look nervous, Miss,” said Nibel all of a sudden.
My hands slowed at the question. “Ah.”
“What a cute little missy. Don’t worry. I said I won’t do anything to you today. I’m a man of my word.” There was amusement in Nibel’s tone.
He did not look like a bad guy no matter how I looked at him.
I bit my lower lip and did not reply to him.
“I wonder if I have the honor of making a toast to you, Miss Wanda?” He lifted his wine glass and said to me.
Make a toast?
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