"If you like it, we can stay here every night. Then you can enjoy this view whenever you want."
Victor's tone was far too suggestive for something else. Isabella's face burned crimson immediately, and she slipped out of his arms and darted back to her seat like a startled cat. She grabbed her knife and fork and attacked her steak with exaggerated enthusiasm.
"As expected of the best restaurant in Averton City, even cold food tastes amazing," she muttered hurriedly. "Wow, I'm really starving…"
Seeing her practically bury her face in her plate, Victor finally stopped teasing her and returned to his seat.
They were both genuinely hungry, so for a while the room was filled only with the faint clink of cutlery. Neither of them spoke until their plates were nearly clean.
Remembering how disastrous her last drinking session had been, Isabella carefully avoided the red wine. Victor, on the other hand, drank more than half the bottle by himself, looking relaxed and oddly cheerful.
