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Chapter 27 He Ate With That...
Chapter 27 He Ate With That...
Chapter 27 He Ate With That...
"Anyone besides you," Margaret deliberately went against him.
"Man or a woman?" Charleston asked.
"What would you do if it's a man?" Margaret stared at him with her beautiful eyes.
"If I find you with another man, I'll..." Charleston's eyes turned grim.
Margaret interrupted him without hesitation, "You'll do what? Charleston, this is an era of peace we live
in. Don't be as violent as barbarians, okay?"
"How about I offer him a luxurious lifetime tour at a prison?" How dare this little thing complain that he
was being violent? He would show her what actual violence was the day they were in bed together.
Margaret was speechless, and she immediately regretted arguing with Charleston. "Alright, let's have a
meal together - my treat. Are you okay with any food?" she asked.
"Yes," Charleston answered casually.
The only thing he wanted to eat was her anyway.
"Okay then!" Margaret said, eyes flashing a light of mischievousness.
The car was parked in front of a hotpot restaurant.
There were scribbles on the wall of the hotpot restaurant. Margaret requested for a private room and
then ordered the spiciest hotpot available.
She deliberately did this as she knew Charleston would have gastric pain if he ate spicy food.
Charleston looked at the woman, who was secretly proud of her own plan, and couldn't help but find
this amusing.
The hot pot was served, but it turned out to be a hotpot with two separate soup bases - a spicy one and
a non-spicy one.
"Excuse me, I actually ordered a spicy hotpot." Margaret was confused.
"Miss, I'm sorry. Our record here states that you actually ordered a two-soup-base hotpot," the waiter
replied with a smile.
Margaret suddenly felt like a deflated balloon.
She initially wanted Charleston to just look at her eat, but because of this...
"By the way, Miss, do you need any side dishes?" The waiter asked again.
The soup base and dishes were ordered separately at this establishment.
Just when Margaret was about to take the menu from the waiter, Charleston spoke up. "Please serve
us every item you have," he ordered.
"Sure," the waiter paused for a moment in astonishment, then came to his senses and answered with a
smile. After taking down their orders, he left the private room.
"Hey, why did you order everything? We won't be able to finish!" Margaret was also dumbfounded. She
only came back to her senses after a while.
"I ordered for fun. I'm not paying the bill anyway." Charleston said unconcernedly as he curled his lips.
"You..." Margaret almost blew her top. There were so many dishes. Oh God, how much would the total
bill be?
Margaret felt like crying, but she could shed no tears.
Soon enough, the table was full of dishes as they were gradually served.
The waiter informed them, "Excuse me, these are just part of your order. After you finish the dishes
here, we will bring over the others as soon as possible."
"Wait, can we cancel the rest of our orders?" Margaret asked hurriedly.
"No, Miss. I'm sorry," the waiter said.
Margaret's heart bled as she thought of the bill that was waiting for her at the end of her meal.
She decided to turn grief and anger into appetite. She picked up the dishes, put them into the hotpot,
and stared at the pot like a hamster staring at its grains. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
She had to pay the ridiculous bill either way, so she may as well enjoy herself. She would rather make
her stomach happy than be bothered by this a second longer.
Margaret's mouth was stuffed with food.
The hotpot tasted so delicious that Margaret forgot to add more dishes in the pot to get them boiled
while she ate them. She tried to pick up some food from the pot only to find that there was nothing left.
"I still have some over here. Do you want them?" Charleston asked.
"It's okay, I can cook for myself..."
"It's beef."
"Yes!" Margaret quickly handed her bowl over. The beef was expensive, so she must not waste it.
Charleston put some beef into her bowl. Margaret dipped the beef in chili sauce and put it into her
mouth. Only then did she realize that something was not right.
The beef was given to her using cutlery that Charleston had been eating with.