Chapter 525
Patricia first settled the kid into the baby seat, then warmly and considerately handed the menu to Ellinor, “Ellinor, you order first, see what you fancy. Go ahead, choose anything you like!”
Ellinor shook her head, not taking the menu.
Bartlett, laughing, placed the menu between them. “No worries, we can just share one. What do you feel like eating?”
Seeing this, Patricia chuckled and tested the waters, “Bartlett, you seem quite attentive towards Ellinor!”
Bartlett laughed. “You caught on, huh!”
Ellinor gave a small smile. She initially thought Bartlett was keeping a bit of distance, but here he was doing the same thing again.
While ordering. Ellinor felt a stern gaze from across the table glued to her, making her quite uncomfortable.
The gaze was so chilly and cold that it made her scalp tingle.
“Theo, what would you like to eat?”
Patricia, holding the menu, turned to ask the man beside her, only to find Theo’s gaze firmly on Ellinor across the table.
Her eyes dimmed for a moment, but very quickly, she started smiling again, asking once more, Theo? What would you like to eat? I can order for you!
Theo casually replied. “I’m easy; you order”
Patricia responded with a sweet smile, “Alright, then I’ll just order your usual favorites!”
Her words were natural and casual, but they revealed her understanding of his taste, subtly suggesting their intimate relationship.
Ellinor ordered two vegetarian dishes and handed the menu to Bartlett, not looking anymore.
Bartlett ordered two more light dishes, then elegantly handed the menu back to the waiter.
There weren’t many people having lunch and the food came out soon.
Patricia, who had said her son needed a light meal, ended up ordering a table full of greasy dishes.
Ellinor immediately smelled the sweet and greasy aroma, causing her stomach acid to rush up her throat.
Lately, she had become increasingly unable to tolerate the smell of grease and one’s physiological responses were often the hardest to control. She was about to throw up
She quickly turned away, covering her mouth and coughing twice.
After patting her chest, she finally suppressed the nausea. When she turned back, she found all three people at the table looking at her strangely.
Ellinor cleared her throat, took a tissue, and calmly wiped her mouth. “I’m sorry, I’ve had gastritis these past few days and can’t handle greasy food.”
Theo squinted his eyes and took a sip of water.
His gaze was deep, as if he had began to suspect something. He was like a net that captured every subtle expression on her face.
