Amara blinked at him in shock.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Elias adjusted his sleeves calmly before answering, “I want to have dinner with you too. Is it illegal for me to eat?”
Amara looked completely aghast. Her hand slowly rose to cover her mouth as she kept staring at him in shock.
Maverick finally spoke, his tone cold.
“Don’t you see there are only two seats at this table?” he asked. “That means this space was meant for two people.”
Elias shot him a brief glance.
“Can’t you see that I already pulled another chair over?” he replied lazily. “What’s wrong with me sitting with my wife and my friend?”
“I am not your friend!”
“I am not your wife!”
Maverick and Amara snapped at the exact same time.
Chapter 10
Their voices echoed so loudly through the restaurant that several people immediately turned to stare at them.
Amara’s eyes widened in horror. She instantly covered part of her face with her hand, shrinking slightly into herself as embarrassment rushed across her features. Heat burned against her cheeks while she glanced nervously around the restaurant.
Then she turned toward Elias with a chilling expression.
“Can you leave?” she asked through clenched teeth. “This is really not good. People are staring at us, Elias.”
Elias only shrugged carelessly.
Then, without warning, he reached across the table and grabbed the coffee cup she had been drinking from.
Amara’s eyes widened.
He brought the cup to his lips and took a slow sip before immediately making a disgusted face.
“Why do you drink such sweet coffee?” he muttered as he placed the cup back down. “It’s terrible.”
Then his lips twitched slightly.
“But because it’s yours, I can tolerate it a little.”
Amara looked completely speechless.
Elias then turned his head toward Maverick. His eyes traveled down Maverick’s body before lifting again to his face.
“Your legs seem to be working perfectly well now.”
Maverick’s expression darkened. His shoulders stiffened as anger flashed across his face.
“Does that upset you?” he asked coldly. “Would you have preferred I stayed stuck in that fucking wheelchair for the rest of my life?”
Elias’s harsh voice interrupted him at once. “Don’t twist my words.”
Then he leaned back in his chair, one ankle resting over his knee while his fingers tapped lazily against his leg. Despite the casual posture, the warning in his eyes was sharp.
