Grace sat down next to Ethan and carefully used a wet wipe to clean his te and utensils.
Just sitting there in silence while waiting felt a bit awkward, so she tried to initiate a conversation.
"Mr. Henderson, are you still having trouble sleepingtely? I''ve noticed that your dark circles have lightened significantly. Did you find a more effective sleeping pill?"
Hisplexion had indeed improved over the past few days, and even the cold, distant aura he usually exuded seemed to have softened considerably.
Ethan looked at the bowl she handed over to him and responded with a soft hum. Grace figured it was really hard to have a proper conversation with him. His favorite thing to say had always been a hum in response.
Just then, the silence was broken as Joanne started serving them the dishes.
When she saw the eight dishes she brought over, Grace thought it was a bit much, so she pulled Joanne over to sit with them and eat together.
But Joanne quickly nced at Ethan and declined.
"No, thanks. I''m afraid Mr. Henderson might not befortable with it."
Grace suddenly recalled that Ethan used to eat with small individual dishes at home. Even back at Henderson Residence, everyone would use serving tongs. She had been careless.
She quickly picked up an unused fork, served some food onto a small te, and smiled sweetly at him.
"Is this okay?" Grace asked.
Ethan didn''t say anything, so Grace then boldly pulled Joanne down to sit with them.
Joanne ate very cautiously, taking one small bite at a time. Every time her sightnded on him, she quickly looked away.
Grace could understand why Joanne behaved like that. After all, someone with an identity like Ethan would make anyone feel intimidated, especially since Joanne worked at Velvet Eclipse-he was her top client there. There was no way she would dare to act recklessly.
The whole meal was awkward and quiet. When she saw that Ethan was eating slowly and elegantly, Grace quickly poured him a ss of orange juice.
"Mr. Henderson, would you like some orange juice? I heard the owner squeezed it himself."
The ss was small, and their fingertips inevitably touched.
Grace flinched and nearly dropped the ss to the floor.
Ethan frowned, as if he was questioning why she reacted like that.
She quickly exined and said, "It''s just... I''m worried my boyfriend might get mad if he finds out. He usually listens to me, but he''s not easy to calm down."
Joanne, who was sitting across from them, instantly widened her eyes, a hint of joy shing through her gaze.
"Grace, did you get back together with Yancey? I knew it, you still have feelings for him. But isn''t he getting married soon? You..."
"It''s not Yancey."
Grace remained calm andposed. "If there''s a chance, I''ll bring him out with me. He doesn''t like meeting people for now."
Joanne was still thrilled, and her eyes were reddened from excitement.
"That''s great, that''s great. Even if it''s not Yancey, as long as you''re happy, it doesn''t matter who it is," she rambled on.
Nobody continued talking for the remainder of the meal.
After Grace wheeled Ethan to his car, Joanne pulled her aside to talk.
"Grace, is your boyfriend from the Henderson family?"
"No, he''s just a waiter."
Joanne froze for a few seconds, looking slightly awkward. "Oh, I see. As long as you''re happy.
"By the way, I''m freetely, so I cane and find you. It''s been a while since we went shopping together.
"You can also buy something for your boyfriend. He might like it, and it could help strengthen your rtionship with him."
Grace really hadn''t thought about this. Ed had been feeling insecure, perhaps because she had paid too little attention to himtely.
If she bought him more gifts, would he feel more assured that she was serious about their rtionship?
She really was serious this time. Otherwise, she wouldn''t have let things get physical between them.
Her mindset was pretty simple-if she didn''t like that person, she wouldn''t have ended up in bed with him.