NovelEnglishThe aloofness in Rosalie's eyes pierced through Theodore's heart. He smiled helplessly, and asked, "Does that mean you want lamb?" "Why not? Lamb's pretty delicious. I like whatever Seb likes to eat." Rosalie turned to Sebastian, and said, "Let's order lamb." She sounded like she was saying it out of spite, and Sebastian could sense it.
He wasn't sure if Rosalie liked eating lamb right now, but since she didn't like it in the past, he didn't want to take the risk. She probably wouldn't feel comfortable eating something she didn't fully enjoy. "Rose, I suddenly don't feel like having lamb. Let's have something else. Why don't you choose?" he offered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRosalie didn't actually want to eat lamb, and she said what she said out of spite. On second thought, she shouldn't force herself to eat lamb out of anger over Theodore. If she got nauseous, it would blow her cover.
She stared at the menu, suddenly at a loss for what to order.
"Braised beef," Theodore suddenly spoke up. "It's your favorite." Theodore turned to the waiter, and said, "I want one braised beef. Rose, order that too. You love eating that." Rosalie furrowed her brows, slightly displeased. Theodore was seizing every chance he could get to provoke and challenge them.
"I've gotten sick of eating braised beef," Rosalie countered coldly. "Two tropical seafood paella, thank you." Rosalie returned the menu to Lily.
It was Theodore's turn to furrow his brows. "Is that so? Gotten sick of it? Then tell me, what are you not sick of eating?" "Why must I tell you? Who are you to me?" Rosalie said with a small smile. "Mr. Spencer, you should be taking care of your girlfriend." Cynthia smiled awkwardly. "I want 00, as well as a b Beef too, as well as a b Which red wine want to have?" "No need," Rosalie and Theodore said at the stime.
They immediately exchanged glances, sensing something was wrong.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRosalie was pregnant and couldn't drink, but why did he feel as though something was wrong? Rosalie said, "I don't want to drink. Please givea glass of fruit juice. Anything works." Theodore said, "I don't want to drink, too. Givea glass of fruit juice, the sas hers." Theodore seemed to be bent on antagonizing her.
Rosalie furrowed her brows. "No, don't make the sfruit juices for us." Lily glanced at Theodore and then back at Rosalie, looking lost. What e was going on? Why feel did she such tension in the airant
"I don't want to drink, either. Please givea glass of fruit juice, them sas my wife's," Sebastian said.
Lily nodded. "Okay."
She looked at all three of them before finally looking at Cynthia, asking "What kind of red wine would you like?"
Cynthia forced a smile, and tried to ta suppress the displeasure bubbling in her chest. "I won't drink too. GiveN aglass of fruit juice, the sas Theo's." With that, Cynthia looked at Theodore and smiled coyly.
Lily flashed them a professional smile, with mixed feelings in her heart.
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