Betsy Russell and Sir Hughes walked side by side toward the western restaurant, with Steward Martin trailing behind them.
Sir Hughes had always been strict with rules, and it was important for him to maintain face wherever he went.
Being an elder, when walking with a younger generation, the younger ones should be trailing behind him. Betsy Russell really had no clue about etiquette!
Sir Hughes frowned but didn't say anything.
Steward Martin had reserved a table in advance, and as soon as everyone arrived, various refreshments were served.
Betsy sat there, silently observing Sir Hughes.
Sir Hughes initially planned to let Betsy take the initiative, but seeing that she wouldn't eat, he asked, "Miss Russell, do you not like these flavors? Would you like to order something else?"
Betsy had been playing a game on her phone. Hearing Sir Hughes' words, she looked up at him and smiled, "No, I just don't have an appetite."
