After placing their orders, Ariana tried to lighten the atmosphere with occasional small talk.
Shortly after, their meals were served.
As they ate with lowered heads, Sonia was taken aback to hear Maxwell reciting aloud, âThe top-grade man was a sight to behold, enticing three women to throw themselves onto the bed.
Their skillful hands traced his taut abdominal muscles and chest.
Bewitched by the desire to touch him down there, theyâ¦â
Sonia stopped abruptly, her spoon suspended near her mouth.
She realized that Maxwell was reciting a passage directly from her spicy novel.
She was so embarrassed now.
What was Maxwell thinking? Who would be so shameless as to recite such explicit content here?
While Sonia was stunned, Ariana went into panic mode.
She swiftly covered Melonâs ears, lifted him up, and said, âIâll head to the dessert area with Melon and find something else to eat.
â
She then hurriedly left the table with Melon.
Maxwell arched an eyebrow and casually watched Soniaâs flushed face.
After a brief moment, Sonia glared at Maxwell and exclaimed, âWhat on earth are you doing? You scared my son.
â
Maxwell was momentarily taken aback.
Then, with surprise, he inquired, âIs that boy your son? What about Ariana? Didnât the boy call Ariana mother?â
Sonia set down the spoon she was holding, rolled her eyes, and replied, âWell, Iâm his godmother.
â
Upon hearing this, Maxwellâs earlier discontent vanished immediately.
Sporting a smile, he proceeded to praise Sonia, saying, âPutting aside the genre, your novel is undeniably captivating.
Your writing flows smoothly, and the vocabulary is exceptional.
Itâs no surprise you hold a senior position in the media industry.
â
Sonia, feeling suddenly uncomfortable with the praise, covered her ears and exclaimed, âAre you finished? If youâre done eating, would you mind leaving? Please?â
Maxwell chuckled and resumed eating his steak.
âIâm not done yet,â he replied.
Maxwell remained determined to delve into the contents of Soniaâs novel, prolonging the discussion and causing Soniaâs blush to deepen.
Meanwhile, Sonia continued to sip her soup, feigning ignorance of his remarks.
Maxwell found it uncommon to witness Sonia so flustered.
He smiled and said, âI declined your resignation request.
â
Surprised, Sonia looked at him and asked, âWhat? Are you not angry with me?â
Maxwell smiled at her and replied, âWhy would I be angry? You portrayed me as someone incredible in bed.
â
Feeling embarrassed, Sonia bowed her head and quietly sipped her soup.
Maxwell then went on, praising Soniaâs writing style but pointing out that her work was not realistic enough.
Sonia inquired with curiosity, âWhat do you mean by ânot realistic enoughâ?â She had striven to faithfully capture Maxwellâs appearance and character in her novel.
Determined to grasp his critique, she asked, âIn what areas do you believe itâs not realistic enough?â