After eating, she felt incredibly full.
The man sitting across from her elegantly wiped the corner of his lips. The waiter swiped the card and, with both hands, held out the prestige card, a symbol of status, and bowed as he handed it back to him.
Ashton Heath took it.
Raising his eyes, he glanced at Joanna Lawrence, who was patting her full belly. The corners of his lips curved up: "You seemed to have a good appetite tonight. It appears that the dishes here suit your taste. If you like it, we can come here every day."
"Ahem, ahem."
Joanna was drinking water and choked a bit.
Her face flushed a little, and she felt embarrassed.
Was he subtly saying that she had eaten a lot?
She did eat a lot tonight, it seemed.
Of all the dishes on the table, she had eaten at least two-thirds. In contrast, Ashton Heath, a grown man, ate as daintily as a girl.
"Mmm, the food here is delicious, but it's too expensive. It's way too extravagant to come and eat every day."
