Seeing Mia Foster’s expression beco increasingly unpleasant, Felix Shaw had no choice but to sheepishly sit back down. The more he explained, the worse it got. To Mia, his explanation seed like bragging, boasting about having many won, while she... was just one of them.
Mia Foster lowered her gaze, her downcast eyelashes unable to hide her mood.
"Mia..." Felix called out tentatively, reaching a hand across the dining table, but pulled back just before touching Mia’s arm. He placed it on the table, his long fingers moved slightly, curled up, and he spoke cautiously as he looked at Mia’s face, "I didn’t an to say things that spoil the mood. I..." The eloquent Felix Shaw was unexpectedly at a loss for words.
"I just want to tell you, those won from the past, they were the ones who actively tried to please . I really didn’t invest myself like this, I..." Watching Mia’s trembling eyelashes, Felix pressed his lips and spoke honestly, "With you, I’ve always been careful, worried about upsetting you, worried you’d stop giving chances. Mia, this version of , sotis even I find it unbelievable."
The once proud man, surrounded by admirers and worshipped like a deity, now had to be cautiously attentive to Mia’s mood, making things difficult for him.
"You don’t have to be like this." Mia Foster lifted her gaze, her expression cold. She still cared about Felix Shaw’s past. When they first t, she thought she could overlook his past indiscretions, but every ti Felix tried to please her, she couldn’t help but wonder if he treated other won the sa way.
Each ti she thought of this possibility, it made her uncomfortable. She felt she was being overly sensitive, impossibly so.
"Mia, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have brought up disappointing things on such an important day. I apologize to you, solemnly apologize." Felix Shaw said, as he picked up the wine bottle, poured the remaining half of the red wine into a large goblet, and then picked up the glass, looking at Mia seriously, saying, "I’m sorry."
After saying this, he tipped his head back, bringing the oversized goblet to his lips, watching the dark red liquid slowly flow into his mouth. Mia turned her head helplessly, and at the sa ti, a sigh echoed.
This man, who was a year older than herself, was like a childish boy, smart but emotionally naive, behaving childishly.
With a big gulp of red wine down, Felix Shaw’s cheeks noticeably flushed. Holding the goblet, he looked at Mia Foster, "Feeling better now?"
"Childish." Mia Foster was too exhausted to criticize Felix Shaw’s childish behavior, she picked up the knife and fork again to cut the steak. Just as she’d cut a small piece and forked it, before she could taste it, the man opposite leaned over, "Ah..."
Felix Shaw opened his mouth like a child asking for candy, his lively eyes now sowhat lacking brilliance, perhaps from too much wine, intensely fixing his gaze on Mia, seemingly dazed.
"You’ve got to be kidding !" Mia Foster grumbled amusedly, placing the steak from the fork into Felix Shaw’s mouth.
He accepted it and remained leaning forward, looking at Mia, chewing while muttering indistinctly, "Darling, I love you."
Mia Foster...
Forgot to react, staring blankly at Felix Shaw. This was the first ti since they’ve known each other that he had said he loved her, her heart felt as if it had been hit, resonating for a long ti afterward.
Felix Shaw continued chewing the steak, sowhat chanically, even his gaze lingered unblinkingly on Mia, "Darling, if you like, I’ll tell you every morning when you wake up, and every night when you go to sleep..."
It was clearly a touching and romantic mont, but it ended with a thud.
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