Unrivaled Dragon Lord novel Chapter 63

Coldness permeated the room unknowingly. Andreas shivered violently and his expression gradually became cold and ferocious.

His handsome face seemed to be distorted. When he stared at Greta and Maxwell, a trace of cold light flashed across his eyes.

Maxwell and Greta were being way too intimate with their arms held together tightly. Maxwell took the opportunity to reach out his big hand to grasp Greta’s soft hand. Feeling the tender skin on her hand, he rubbed it continuously…

Although Greta was clam on the surface, she felt butterflies in the stomach, so she could only force a smile before asking, “Mr. Andreas, is there any problem?”

“He’s your husband?” Andreas pulled himself back. With the wine glass in his hand, he lifted his leg and strode forward, exuding an imposing aura towards Greta.

Greta’s fine hairs rose and her expressions became serious… Judging from Andreas’ reaction, apparently he was bearing some bad intentions!

Just as Andreas’ imposing aura was about to envelop Greta, Maxwell suddenly reached out to grasp Greta’s little hand, which dissipated the fierce aura.

“It’s okay.” Maxwell comforted Greta in a soft tone.

Greta nodded. Greta, who had always been indifferent and aloof, was touched by Maxwell’s sudden action and her heartbeat quickened.

Nevertheless, Andreas’ face became even more cold and hideous… Maxwell and Greta’s intimation was a humiliation to him!

In other words, comparing to have a marriage with him to unite the two families, Greta would rather to live with that son-in-law who was good for nothing… He, Andreas Sandoval’s consent to marry Greta was an honor for Greta, whose family was much inferior to his, but Greta humiliated him by marrying this nothing-for-good!

Andreas’ hand that was holding the glass trembled more violently. All of a sudden, he loosened his grip, causing the wine glass to fall down to the ground.

“Bang!” The crisp loud sound broke the silence that had been prevailing in the dining hall.

“Sorry. It accidently slid down.” Andreas’ cold and hideous expression was replaced by a calm look and he curled his lips into a light smile.

Maxwell, who was standing aside, glanced at Andreas meaningfully. This Andreas’s characteristics were becoming weirder and more unpredictable.

“Have a seat please.” Andreas walked over the table and pulled out a chair.

“Thanks.” Greta walked towards the table and sat down.

Nevertheless, she glanced at Maxwell and found there was no more vacant seat.

“I hadn’t expected that Greta would bring you here today, do I didn’t prepare your seat.” Andreas was still smiling, “But it doesn’t matter. I’ll call someone to add a seat for you.”

Andreas clapped his hands. Two servants walked over carrying a chair and put it opposite Andreas’ seat.

“Seat yourself,” said Andreas blandly.

Maxwell glanced over the chair and found that it was shorter than other chairs. If he sat on it, he would look lower than others.

This was an inexplicit humiliation, but Maxwell couldn’t find any excuse to refuse this.

With composure on his face, Maxwell sat down into the chair as if he didn’t care about this at all.

Greta, who was sitting aside, slightly furrowed her brows. But she didn’t say anything.

When everyone had seated themselves to have dinner, Andreas cut a piece of steak and asked with a smile, “Mr. Maxwell, I heard that you have some insights into western food.”