Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 238: A meal and a walk

The restaurant was quiet, softly lit with warm yellow lamps that cast a cozy glow.

A faint aroma of fresh basil, garlic, and simring tomatoes lingered in the air, mingling with the soft hum of music playing in the background.

Brandon sat beside Charlotte, twirling a fork through a plate of freshly made pasta.

Eating his food, Brandon thought ’Naevora left saying that she is not hungry... Hmm. Is she scared of Charlotte or sothing?’

Brandon glanced at Charlotte and muttered "So, what do you think? It’s not bad for a small restaurant tucked away in this corner of the city, huh?"

Charlotte glanced around the cozy interior, "...It’s nice," she muttered softly, then returned her attention to her plate.

Brandon looked at her nonchalant eating position and comnted "You’re always so composed. I can never tell if you’re actually enjoying yourself or not."

Charlotte blinked, then tilted her head slightly "...I am enjoying myself. It just... beca a habit to act like that."

Brandon leaned back slightly in his chair, "I see."

For a mont, there was a quiet lull as they continued eating.

Charlotte lifted her fork slowly, her thoughts wandering back to the scar she had seen earlier.

She lowered her gaze to her plate and murmured "Brandon..."

He paused mid-bite, looking up at her "Hm?"

"...That scar on your back. Does it... still hurt?"

Brandon blinked, then gave a small shrug, setting his fork down "No. It healed a long ti ago. I hardly think about it anymore."

He leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on the table "Why?"

Charlotte’s fingers lightly grazed the rim of her glass "...I just rembered when you got it. That day..."

Brandon’s eyes softened "Ah. That."

He chuckled lightly "I was a dumb kid, throwing myself in front of a dog like that."

Her hand stopped, and she lifted her gaze to et his eyes "...You were protecting ."

Brandon tilted his head, smiling gently "And I would do it again. You were terrified. What else was I supposed to do?"

Charlotte’s thoughts faltered and a brief mont, she felt the weight of her guilt pressing down again.

Seeing her expression, Brandon reached out and gently held her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers "Hey. Don’t look like that. It’s in the past. I don’t regret it, so you shouldn’t either."

She exhaled slowly, her fingers lightly curling around his fingers.

Looking into her eyes, he muttered "I... know that you hated in the past."

"But even then... even if you hated , you still saved . You still stood between and the people who wanted to hurt . Even when you were distant, you never let anything happen to ."

He rembered the day when he awakened; it was Charlotte’s words that stopped the Governnt from harming the only male awakener.

With a soft sigh, he muttered "I... like the current relationship between us, Charlotte."

Looking at the happiness in his eyes, she slowly nodded "I am sorry for back th-"

But before she could say anything further, he pressed her lips with his fingers and pulled it lightly with a chuckle "Let’s not talk about the past."

As he let go of her lips, she let out a small giggle "Hmm... alright then."

Brandon moved even close to her and tightened his fingers "After this, we should take a walk. The city looks nice at night. Or... do you have to head back soon?"

Charlotte glanced at him and smiled "...I can stay a little longer."

"Good. Then let’s make the most of it."

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The streets of France glimred under the soft glow of streetlamps.

The air was filled with the quiet hum of distant music, the occasional laughter of late-night wanderers, and the inviting aroma of fresh pastries wafting from open bakeries.

Brandon and Charlotte walked side by side along the cobblestone paths with their fingers gently intertwined.

The night breeze was cool, brushing lightly against their faces as they passed glowing shop windows and quaint cafés still open for the evening crowd.

Charlotte’s usual stoic expression was softened by the dim light, her green eyes reflecting the glow of France.

Brandon gave her hand a light squeeze "It’s beautiful here at night, isn’t it?"

Charlotte glanced at him with a warm smile "...Yes. It feels... peaceful."

As they turned a corner, the sll of sothing sweet filled the air.

Brandon’s eyes lit up, and he looked toward a small street stall selling warm crêpes "Want one? They sll amazing."

Charlotte blinked, then gave a slight nod "Alright."

They approached the vendor, an elderly man with a friendly smile.

Brandon ordered two crêpes, one with chocolate and strawberries and another with honey and almonds.

When the vendor handed them their crêpes, Brandon took a bite and let out a soft laugh. "This is so good."

Charlotte hesitated for a mont before taking a delicate bite of her own crepe.

The sweetness lted on her tongue, and she blinked softly in surprise "It’s... nice."

Brandon chuckled and they continued walking slowly, eating their crêpes, passing by the Seine River, where the reflection of the moon rippled across the water.

Brandon and Charlotte paused by the railing, looking out over the calm water.

Charlotte’s gaze shifted to Brandon as the wind tousled his hair.

Under the soft glow of the moonlight, he seed so calm and happy.

A part of her wanted to keep this mont frozen in ti, away from everything else.

Brandon noticed her quiet look and smiled gently "You like it here?"

Charlotte nodded faintly "...Yes. It’s... different."

He leaned slightly closer, brushing a stray strand of her hair behind her ear "I’m glad you ca with tonight."

A flicker of blue passed through her green eyes but she supressed it and showed a smile "Mhm."

They continued walking hand in hand through the quiet, glowing streets of France.

"Are you cold?" Charlotte asked, leaning to him a little.

With a shake of his head, he squeezed her palm "Nope, I am warm..."

Holding her close, he muttered "Are you staying here tonight...?"

"Yeah."