Ian sat across from Maja, their table barely four feet wide.

Judith sat beside him, her expression souring the moment she saw Maja.

Things between her and Ian had been going well recently. Her father was supposed to visit Greenfield, but given Judith’s improving health, he had postponed his trip.

Judith’s older brother had been trying to negotiate a marriage between the two families, eager to announce it to their social circle, but Ian was hesitant.

Judith clung tightly to Ian, shooting Maja an unfriendly look.

Unfazed, Maja continued her conversation with Director Drew about the script.

The waiter brought their food, featuring seasonal specialties that were the restaurant’s signature dishes. The most famous was a sea turtle, seaweed soup, and crab. They were reputedly the best in the country.

After chatting with Director Drew for a while, Maja reached for a piece of crab, but her fork collided with Ian’s.

Without looking up, he passed the crab to Judith.

A smile played on Judith’s lips, as she shot Maja a triumphant look.

“Thanks, Ian. I’ve heard this place serves the best crab. I’ve wanted to try it for a while.”

Maja didn’t retaliate. She moved her fork to pick another piece, but Ian had already claimed it for himself.

Maja frowned slightly. The plates were small, and each only contained two pieces of crab.

She had heard about the delicious crab here and couldn’t resist trying, but now the remaining pieces were closer to Director Drew. To reach them, she would have to stand up, which wouldn’t look good in front of the others, who were more interested in conversation than food.

closer to him, but he chose

down her fork, and started ladling

then someone stepped on her foot, causing her to spill the soup on the table and

she turned to Director

Drew. I’ll call the waiter

waved her

Ian, and left the private dining room to call the

the restroom to clean up the

mirror. Ian was leaning against the restroom

light a cigarette but changed

and walked past him, but he grabbed her

moment, her hand slapped across his

just faded, and now there was a

“Are you insane?”

was shaking with rage, unable to stay calm in

for him to follow her to the restroom,

had ended badly, hadn’t it? Wasn’t

like this in a place where others couldn’t see, what was he trying to do? Did he want

that she

roughly pulled her back

“Let go of me!”

struggle, wishing she could

her wrists behind her back, his voice

crab or turtle soup? Your

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