"Wow, this is delicious; it's on par with restaurants outside. I'm really lucky to taste this. I'm just worried that if I get hooked on this flavor, can I come here to eat often?"
Juliet said this while twisting and turning, not keeping her legs idle either, as she was hooking them around George Flack.
When he felt the touch, George thought at first it was an accidental contact, no need to fuss about it, but then it seemed like something touched him again.
George was completely panicked. Listening to Juliet's words, what did she mean by that? She was Aria Grant's friend, was she here to test him?
His curiosity grew, and he couldn't hold back anymore; George pretended to have dropped his fork, bending down naturally.
His long legs stretched forward, and though they didn't touch him this time, they were just a few centimeters from his own foot—so it was really her?
"What dropped?"
