"If Mr. Smith minds, we can leave right away." Stella Nelson kept a graceful and poised smile, speaking unhurriedly.
The man imdiately changed his expression and waved his hand repeatedly, "I don’t mind, I don’t mind, a friend of Miss Nelson is a friend of mine. Having the honor of dining with two beautiful ladies is my pleasure."
Stella smiled, "I heard the food at this restaurant is quite good, so I specifically brought a friend to try it."
What she said sounded as if she ant to co and freeload.
The man was montarily at a loss, and his expression changed slightly, but looking at Stella’s beautiful and alluring face, he insincerely said, "The food here is indeed good. Miss Nelson and your friend can order whatever you like."
Stella charmingly curved her lips, smiling with charm, "Mr. Smith is truly generous, so I won’t hold back."
With that, she called over the waiter, grabbed the nu, and started ordering the pricey items: "I want this... this... and this one..."
Watching her delicate finger swiftly glide over the nu, the man’s face changed again.
Stella ordered about seven or eight dishes before looking up with a beaming smile, handing the nu to the man, "Mr. Smith, I’m done ordering. Would you like to take another look?"
The man waved his hand repeatedly, forcing a smile, "No need, Miss Nelson. I love all the dishes you’ve chosen. These are enough, enough!"
Stella nodded, "Alright then, let’s order these for now. If it’s not enough, we can add more later."
Upon hearing the word "for now," the man’s smile stiffened at the corner of his mouth, "Miss Nelson has a good appetite, yet you still manage to maintain such a great figure."
"Mr. Smith, you don’t mind if I eat a lot, do you?" Stella extended her ten delicate fingers, occasionally fidgeting with the crystals on her nails, glancing up at the man from ti to ti.
Her eyes were seductive, gazing lazily like a cat, and at that mont, the man’s eyes were glued to her.
How could he possibly mind how much she ate? srized, he complinted her eagerly, "Eating well is a blessing. I like won with a good appetite. Those who eat a little and declare themselves full seem frail."
The two of them exchanged words back and forth.
Stella deliberately batted her eyelashes at the man, leaving him enchanted and incessantly flattering her.
Scarlett Yates couldn’t understand what Stella was up to.
Could she have taken a liking to this man?
How could that be possible? Stella is an absolute looks fanatic. She would rather be with a handso guy with nothing than marry a rich but ugly man.
Scarlett felt that sothing was off about Stella.
She sensed sothing was wrong since Stella ntioned going on a blind date. Now, looking at her behavior, everything seed wrong.
Yet, she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, only feeling that perhaps sothing happened during her absence from Z City, sothing Stella wasn’t willing to share.
As Scarlett was pondering over Stella, a familiar voice suddenly caught her ear unexpectedly.
"What do you want to eat?" The man’s voice carried a unique magnetism, easily captivating one’s heart.
Scarlett’s back stiffened, feeling that the world was indeed a small place.
In a city with millions of people like Z City, she ran into Matthew Saxon on her very first night back.
She wouldn’t mistake this voice.
A coquettish laughter echoed, and a woman replied coyly, "Whatever you eat, I’ll eat."
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