NovelStartHe reached out and pointed to the table.
Dozens of exquisite dishes were all over the table, and several moody candles had been lit. There were two red wine glasses, in
which the crimson liquor was illuminated by the spotlights, emitting a mysterious glow.
Joyce glanced at it and subconsciously refused, "No need, I'll go to my room and order something for myself. Mr. warner can enjoy
it yourself."
After she said that, she was just about to leave.
Luther stopped her again, "Miss Knowles, you can't go back now. | just called the front desk. Your room has been cleaned up and
the bedding has been replaced with new ones. Yet they are still drying your carpet. It should take around two hours. Miss Knowles,
you better stay withfor a while."
At that moment, Joyce's stomach began rumbling. Damn, she was indeed too hungry.
She just had a sandwich hastily at noon and had not eaten anything until now. She didn’t have the energy to go out and eat now,
and it would definitely take a long tif she ordered anything from the hotel. She couldn't even get into her own room now.
It's not a big deal to stay and have a meal with him.
He definitely would not put drugs in the dishes?
"Well, thank you then, Mr. Warner." Joyce did not refuse again.
She walked calmly to the table, while Luther gently pulled out a seat for her.
"Please."
Joyce pushed the red wine glass away, "l don't drink wine."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLuther sat down across from her and looked at her with interest, "Of course. Miss Knowles, I'll have smyself if you don't mind."
He lifted the glass of wine in front of him, and he kept swirling the liquid in it with his lengthy fingers.
The fuchsia halos in his hand looked extraordinarily dazzling.
Joyce picked up her chopsticks and paused abruptly when she picked up her food.
These were all her favorite dishes! Was he doing it on purpose? He used a whole table of her favorite dishes to test her? So he still
remembered her preferences.
Luther took a sip of the red wine. The mellow taste lingered between the lips and teeth.
He surveyed her leisurely.
He then stood up and personally served Joyce sfood to her bowl.
"Miss Knowles is so skinny. You should really eat more."
Joyce stared at the dishes he had served to her bowl. These were all her favorite food. Her hand suddenly paused. If she ate them,
she feared that he would be suspicious, but if she did not eat them, it might seem too abrupt.
Finally she skipped the beef in it and ate the rest in the bowl slowly.
"I don't eat beef, but thank you anyway, Mr. Warner."
Luther sat back in his chair. He didn't move his chopsticks. He took another gentle sip of the wine and kept gazing at her.
Her desire to cover up was so obvious.
"Will Miss Knowles helpwith sfood too?"
Joyce looked up in surprise. Did he just ask her to serve him sfood? Wasn't he just trying to be a gentleman? And he asked for
something in return? When did this man becso stingy?
"Okay." She stood up abruptly.
She simply poured the shrimps around with her chopsticks and served him sperfunctorily.
Perhaps, even she didn't notice it herself.
When she prepared the shrimps, she had habitually skimmed off all the ginger and green onion and garlic. Because, Luther did not
eat these things...
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