I looked up.
Simon stood in front of me with his arm wrapped around a girl in a cropped top.
They had just arrived, with a server leading the way.
The girl clung to Simon and pouted. “Who’s she?”
Chewing gum, Simon smirked, his usual careless demeanor on full display.
“Just an ex from some backwater town who likes to act all high and mighty.”
ing to the server.
The girl covered her mouth and giggled before turning
“I thought this was supposed to be the most exclusive restaurant in town, only open to elite members. Since when did they start
letting just anyone walk in?”
Her gaze drifted to my table, eyeing the oysters and caviar.
She leaned into Simon and whispered, “That must’ve cost a fortune.”
Simon tilted his head and lazily reminded the server, “You might want to keep an eye on this one. She’s from the countryside-
first time in a place like this. Wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to dine and dash.”
The young server broke into a nervous sweat, caught in an awkward situation.
But I could see right through Simon’s little game.
I set down my utensils, wiped my hands with a warm towel, and calmly said, “Simon, being obnoxious isn’t a survival skill. You
don’t need to use me to feel relevant.”
The girl scoffed. “Wow, you’re really trying to provoke him just to get his attention, aren’t you?”
It was almost laughable how ridiculous people could be.
The server looked like she was about to step in when Noah returned.
Without a word, he walked straight to my side.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, the sharp lines accentuated his broad shoulders and lean waist.
