He started pulling his chair back slightly as if already preparing to move her.
“Let’s go find you a better seat.”
Before he could continue, Amara interrupted him sharply.
“Mr. Creed.” She tilted her head and looked at him with disbelief. “I do not want to sit next to you. I’m completely fine where I am.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“And why are you suddenly so worried about my well-being?” A soft laugh escaped her lips, but there was no warmth in it. “My brain is having trouble processing this sudden concern.”
Elias completely ignored the sarcasm in her voice.
Instead, he turned toward the waiters moving around the restaurant. One of them quickly approached their table.
“She’ll have the herb-roasted salmon, the warm vegetable soup, and the truffle mashed potatoes. Add the garlic butter asparagus too.” His eyes flicked briefly toward Amara. “And bring her warm water.”
Amara and Jasper exchanged a quick glance.
Jasper immediately leaned closer toward her, lowering his voice into a near whisper. “How does he know all your favorite dishes?”
Amara simply shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know.”
But the slight stiffness in her shoulders betrayed her discomfort.
Before Jasper could say anything else, Felix suddenly walked over from the corner of the restaurant.
Stopping beside Elias, he bent down slightly and lowered his voice.
“Mr. Creed, Mr. Walter is here for the meeting.”
Elias’s eyes were stuck on Amara. With a careless wave of his hand, he replied dismissively, “Go tell him the issue will be resolved by the end of today. I’ll personally handle it this evening.”
Felix blinked in confusion. “Mr. Creed… you’re not going over to meet him?”
Only then did Elias lift his eyes toward him.
The coldness in his gaze instantly made Felix stiffen.
“I understand, Mr. Creed,” Felix answered immediately.
Not daring to say another word, he quickly stepped back before hurrying away from the table.
The moment Felix disappeared from sight, Elias shifted his attention back to Amara.
The waiter arrived carrying the dishes. The food was carefully placed onto the table one after another, steam rising from the freshly prepared food.
Amara didn’t say a single word.
Ignoring Elias completely, she picked up her plate calmly and started serving herself food with an indifferent expression, acting as though he didn’t even exist at the table.
He looked at her again, his brows slowly furrowing.
“What were you doing at your family restaurant earlier?” he asked.
He stared at her closely, his sharp eyes carefully studying every expression she made as if trying to figure her out. His gaze lingered on her for so long it almost felt intrusive, but Amara didn’t seem bothered in the slightest.
“I take care of my parents' businesses. Their hotels and restaurants.”
