Chapter 508 French Candlelight Dinner
James led Amelia to the top floor of the hotel.
It was a French restaurant. Sitting there, they had a panoramic view of the nighttime scenery.
He seemed to have booked the entire restaurant. There was a group of waiters in tuxedos and bow ties, serving only them.
The energetic French manager, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sat down on the terrace in front of them. He leaned over and handed them an extremely luxurious menu.
James took it and placed it in front of Amelia. âWhat do you want to eat, Amelia?â
Amelia opened the menu. When she saw that it was all in French, she looked a bit constipated.
She couldnât understand it at all. A subconscious trace of embarrassment appeared on her fair face, and her flustered hands tucked her hair behind her hair.
James, who was sitting across from her, quickly stretched out his slender fingers to take the menu.
He didnât know what she liked to eat, so he wanted her to order
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James felt a little guilty. He glanced at Amelia, but didnât say anything.
He turned his head to the French manager and used English to order. After ordering the appetizer and the main course, looked at Amelia again.
âAmelia, do you want macarons or egg tarts for dessert?â
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He gave her a choice in an attempt to divert her attention so that she wouldnât feel so ashamed.
She whispered, âEgg tartsâ¦â
She liked food that was soft and sweet, and egg tarts happened to be her favorite.
James nodded gently. He closed the menu and signaled for the French manager to leave.
On the unique, French-style dining table, a few flickering candles shone dimly on their faces. The dim light made James, who was wearing a wh ite shirt with a slightly open neckline, look extremely noble and mysterious. Holding a wine glass with one hand, he leaned on the leather sofa. With a pair of deep eyes that seemed to hold constellations in them, he stared at the woman across from him.
Chapter 508 French Candlelight Dinner Amelia kept her head down. She stared at her fingers without saying a word. Perhaps it was the environment that made her feel pressured and nervous.
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James stared at her for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The manager immediately came over.
âYes, sir?â
He whispered a few words to the manager in French this time, which Amelia didnât understand.
Moments later, however, a famous cellist came to the restaurant.
The cellist didnât dare to come over. He simply nodded to them, then sat in the dining room and started to play.
Slow and relaxing music could be heard, which made Ameliaâs tense nerves slowly relax⦠Seeing that she was no longer on edge, James raised his fingers. He grabbed her hand, which was on the table.
He didnât say anything and just held her tightly, as if he was holding a treasure that he was reluctant to let go of.
He didnât let go until the waiters served the French dishes one by oneâ¦
When Amelia bowed her head to eat quietly, James made a m ental note of everything she ate.
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In the past, he would get frustrated with her and wage a cold war against her. Ile hardly paid attention to what she liked, which was a pity.
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From then on, he would remember all her preferences, hoping that it would make up for the mistakes he made.
His stomach wasnât in good condition, so he didnât eat much. He just stared at her as she sat peacefully and beautifully by the candlelightâ¦
Feeling a burning gaze on her, Amelia felt a little uncomfortable. She eyed James.
Seeing that he hadnât touched the food in front of him, she couldnât help but frowned. âDoes your stomach hurt?â
James didnât expect that she still remembered that he had stomach problems. A smile flashed across his eyes. âIâm fine.â
After toying with the knife and fork in her hand, Amelia worked up her courage. She cut a small piece of foie gras for him and brought it to his lips.
Seeing that she was offering to feed him, Jamesâs cold and deep eyes began to water.
It
He opened his thin lips slightly and ate the piece of foie gras. wasnât supposed to be sweet, but he felt that every bite of it was bursting with sweetness.