Then his sharp gaze shifted toward the waiter again.
“Cancel the order,” Elias leaned back in his chair before adding in a casual tone,
“What the hell are you doing?” Jasper growled with annoyance. “Mr. Creed, do you think this is appropriate behavior for a grown man?!”
He turned to Jasper and said lazily, “I just told you how she gets. Even during her period, she insists on eating hot and spicy food.”
Elias leaned back deeper into his chair, one arm resting across the backrest while his fingers tapped lightly against the wood. His eyes stayed fixed on Amara the entire time.
“And then,” he continued in a low voice, “when she starts feeling too hot and uncomfortable, she throws a tantrum because it hurts her stomach and body. After that, she blames you for everything.”
The corner of his lips lifted faintly.
“Do you really think you’ll be able to tolerate her when she’s like that?”
Amara finally lowered her phone onto the table. She lifted her eyes toward Elias, a stretched, fake smile appearing on her lips.
“Your eyesight is really impressive.”
Her voice dripped with mockery.
“Even after crawling around on the floor a few days ago looking for your glasses, you still managed to find our table so easily.”
She tilted her head, her smile sweet but every word was laced with sarcasm.
“Honestly, it’s impressive. Your eyesight must’ve magically improved since that day you were on your hands and knees in front of me.”
Jasper almost choked, quickly looking away as he tried—and failed—to hide his laugh.
Elias’s lips pressed into a thin line as he leaned back lazily against his chair, one arm resting over the armrest. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of amusement on his face.
Jasper glanced around the restaurant, briefly scanning the many empty tables before looking back at Elias with visible annoyance.
“Mr. Creed,” he said, forcing out a smile, “there are plenty of empty tables around the restaurant. Couldn’t you find another one? Did you really have to squeeze yourself into our tiny table?”
Elias didn’t even spare him a glance. His gaze remained on Amara as if Jasper hadn’t spoken at all.
“Don’t you always like sitting beside me?” he asked softly. “Every time we go out, you insist on pulling your chair closer to mine.”
He reached over and gripped the back of her chair.
“Come here,” he said, voice low. “Sit closer. We can have lunch properly together.”
“No, thank you.”
Amara rejected him immediately.
She didn’t even hesitate as she looked at him coldly.
“I’m perfectly fine where I am.”
Elias acted as if he hadn’t even heard her refusal.
“There’s an air conditioner right above your seat,” he continued calmly. “You always get cold easily whenever the air is too strong.”
His gaze swept over her quietly.
“Your health is already weak,” he said quietly. “Come sit with me over there—at that table near the window. The AC isn’t as strong there.”
