"How interesting." Thera laughed sarcastically, and at the same time, her eyes also showed contempt and sarcasm. How did she know that the more she disdained and despised him, the stronger Cyril's desire to conquer!
"You're arrogant." That was what he said. "I feel inferior to your arrogance." She also commented on him. Cyril was very angry, he must let her regret for her arrogance! "You really don't want the gift?" She didn't even want to take a look. "I'd love to see if you're really indifferent to fame and fortune, or you are just more ambitious." "The facts will prove everything."
Cyril picked up the gift box and threw it into the trash can next to him. The servants were taken aback. "Clean up the garbage," he said coldly, "what I send out, I never get it back." Thera did not speak, after all he was rich and had nothing to do with her.
The servant picked up the garbage, continued to serve them, and sliced meat such as foie gras. The servant saw the young master's signal to her, understood what he meant, and pushed the knife and plate in front of Thera.
"Miss, please cut this foie gras to young master." Thera was stunned for a moment. He smiled and looked at her with great interest. His eyes clearly said, how merciful and generous I was that i gave you a chance to please me and let me feel good, so that you could leave as soon as possible.
Only then did Thera realize that some girls did seem to deliberately please these powerful people. She was so independent that she was used to living alone. And she had never taken the initiative to please anyone, so she thought that as long as she didn't mess with him, he would be in a good mood.
"I've never flattered anyone." Thera announced. Cyril smiled amusing: "Everything has the first time, I am waiting for you to please." Besides, this little girl had given him too much her first time.
Thera thought about it, took the knife and fork, smiled reluctantly: "so Master, do you like to eat large pieces or small ones?" Cyril smiled meaningful and stared at her as if she were the foie gras: "You can do whatever you want." Even if she was indifferent to fame and fortune, she must compromise with power. Thera calmed down, then slashed it in the plateas as if the foie gras were him.
The servant picked up the champagne and prepared to refill it in the goblet. Cyril clapped the palm of his hand, and the servant immediately grasped it. She put the champagne next to Thera and retired with the chef. Damn it, did this man treat her as a servant? But at the thought of being on his turf, she had to put down the knife and refill it for him.
Cyril looked interested: "You seem very reluctant." "Not at all, it is a great honor for me to serve the famous prince of the world, Cyril Norman." He laughed with arrogance. It turned out that forcing people, looking at the embarrassment of others, was also a kind of fun.
He picked up the goblet and took a sip of wine in his mouth, not in a hurry to swallow it, but pinched the chin of the girl. His tall nose held gently against her nose. At close range, the dark red pupils of Cyril were as beautiful as if carved out of ceramics.
He looked at her greedily, with a smile showing his possessiveness. She knew what was going to happen next. She should have moved away immediately, but she put up with it.