From the moment Michael and I sat down at the table, I could feel Michael's sharp gaze fixed on Theseus and me. It was written in his eyes that he wanted this chef to get lost.
"What are you doing?" I turned to look at Michael.
"Don't talk when you're eating," Michael said coldly.
"Why are there so many rules?" I mumbled.
The last time we had a meal, you almost put me on the table and ate me like a dish.
I could feel Michael staring at me, so I swallowed the second half of my sentence.
"Theseus, perhaps you want to get us some fruits as desserts?" I looked at Theseus.
"Of course, happy to serve." Theseus left with a smile.
I suspected that if I didn't ask Theseus to leave this place, Michael would go crazy and flip this table.
"There are only the two of us here now. Are you satisfied?" I looked at Michael helplessly.
Michael snorted coldly and cut his steak calmly.
