“If you’d like, I can take Miss Bianca to the restaurants myself—”
Before he could finish, Bianca immediately rushed to Elias’s side and wrapped both hands around his arm, clinging to him tightly.
“I want you to take me,” she said with a bright smile, tilting her head against his shoulder. “If I’m going to eat, then I should eat with a friend. What am I going to do with your assistant?”
Felix’s expression remained perfectly neutral, though he quietly stepped back.
Elias calmly pulled his hand out of her grasp before answering, “Alright. Then let’s go. I’ll take you myself.”
Bianca’s face lit up instantly.
An hour later, the two of them walked into a high-end restaurant.
At the top of the entrance was a simple elegant cursive sign that readMaharaj Restaurant.
At the top of the building was only a simple cursive sign that readThe Celestial Table. The design of the place was elegant and soft, decorated with floral patterns, fresh flowers, and subtle pastel colors that gave the luxurious restaurant a calm warmth instead of flashy extravagance.
Elias walked in first while Bianca followed closely beside him, almost brushing against his arm as they approached the front counter.
As they approached the front counter, there was only a single male employee standing there dressed in simple white clothes—a crisp white shirt and fitted white pants. Beside him stood a woman wearing a white dress that hugged her figure elegantly beneath a long white coat. A white mask covered most of her face.
The man was also wearing a white mask.
The woman was holding a tablet while pointing at something on the screen.
“No, change this dish,” she said calmly. “Replace it with this one instead. Make it less spicy and add more garlic. It’ll be healthier and won’t taste too heavy.”
Her slender fingers tapped lightly against the menu on the screen before moving to another item.
“And soften the flavor of this one.”
“Understood,” the man replied immediately. “I’ll inform the chef.”
The moment Elias and Bianca reached the counter, both the man and woman looked up at the same time.
Their movements froze instantly.
What Elias didn’t realize was that behind the white mask, the woman was Amara.
The second she saw Elias walking into the restaurant with Bianca beside him, the look in her eyes changed completely.
The warmth disappeared. Her gaze turned cold and sharp as she stared at the two of them.
Bianca was standing close to him, smiling softly while talking to him under her breath, and Elias looked unusually relaxed beside her. There was no visible distance between them at all. To anyone watching, they looked intimate.
Amara’s fingers slowly tightened around the tablet in her hand.
“Take care of the guests, Shane,” she said quietly, her voice calm but noticeably icy as she glanced at the man beside her.
“Yes, Miss Hawk,” Shane muttered.
Without wasting another second, he quickly stepped forward and approached Elias with a professional smile.
As Elias approached, the man straightened his posture and smiled politely.
“Good day, sir,” he greeted politely. “Do you have an appointment? We can prepare a private table for you if you don’t. We have availability today.”
Elias barely glanced at the menu.
