Glancing at Zachary Fairchild’s handsome face, Olivia Wynne lowered her head and calmly ate her food.
Zachary Fairchild stared at Olivia Wynne with his deep, dark eyes, watching her eat.
He spoke slowly, “Aren’t you going to thank me?”
The food was still in her mouth when she heard Zachary Fairchild’s question.
Olivia Wynne looked up slightly.
“I have hands.”
‘I can serve myself.
I don’t need you to do it for me.’
Zachary Fairchild could tell what she was thinking from her expression.
He rested his fork on his plate and said softly, “Eating all by yourself…
don’t you feel it’s a little lonely?”
“I haven’t,” Olivia Wynne replied quickly.
Zachary Fairchild’s expression remained unchanged.
“Well, I do,” he said.
Olivia Wynne just wanted to eat in peace.
But as she watched Zachary Fairchild lean back in his chair, his expression calm as he stared at her with a profound look, she had a feeling it would be very difficult to finish this meal quietly.
Setting down her fork, Olivia Wynne looked at Zachary Fairchild seriously.
“Minister Fairchild, if you feel it’s too lonely to serve yourself, I can call a few people over.
The Gilded Lotus has plenty of staff.
I’m sure they’d be more than happy to assist you for a small tip.”
Olivia Wynne wasn’t looking at Zachary Fairchild as she spoke, so she missed the calculating glint that flashed in his eyes. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
He gave Olivia Wynne an inscrutable look, then casually picked up his fork and resumed eating.
A small smile touched Olivia Wynne’s lips, and she lowered her head to eat as well.
Olivia Wynne and Zachary Fairchild finished the rest of their lunch without incident.
Once she was done, Olivia Wynne set down her fork.
Seeing Olivia Wynne put down her fork, Zachary Fairchild did the same.
“Finished?”
Olivia Wynne nodded.
“Mhm.
Are you finished as well, Minister Fairchild?”
“No,” Zachary Fairchild said softly.
“There’s still plenty of food.
If you’re not done, Mr.
Fairchild, please continue eating.”
As she spoke, Olivia’s gaze swept over the dishes on the table, her eyes clearly saying:
‘There’s still plenty of food on the table.
If you’re not full, then keep eating.
Why are you looking at me for?’
Instead, he said calmly, “The food isn’t to my liking.”
Olivia was speechless.
After a moment of speechlessness, Olivia Wynne said to Zachary Fairchild, “Minister Fairchild, if you don’t like these dishes, you can call a server over and order more.”
Zachary Fairchild didn’t answer immediately.
He glanced at his watch and, seeing it was getting late, said in a low voice, “Miss Wynne, since you’re treating me as a thank you, you ought to make sure your guest has eaten their fill.”
Olivia Wynne’s smile was a little stiff as she looked at Zachary Fairchild.
“Mr.
Fairchild, you can order anything else you’d like,” she said, her voice heavy.
“Since I invited you, I naturally want you to enjoy your meal.”
‘Who wanted to treat you in the first place?
Didn’t you orchestrate this whole situation and force my hand?’
Zachary Fairchild glanced calmly at his watch again, then said to Olivia Wynne, “It’s getting late, and I have to be back at work this afternoon, so there isn’t time to order anything else.
However, given your determination to treat me properly, I’ll get this one.
You can treat me next time.”
As he spoke, Zachary Fairchild adjusted his posture, leaning forward toward Olivia Wynne, his thin, sensual lips moving as he spoke.
“Just make sure you treat me properly next time.”
With that, Zachary Fairchild leaned back, settling into his original posture.
Zachary Fairchild’s words echoed in Olivia’s ears.
The image of his long eyelashes and deep, dark eyes seemed to linger before her…
For a moment, her mind went blank.
But she recovered quickly, and as the meaning of Zachary Fairchild’s words sank in, her head snapped up to look at him.