Six Brothers Plea for Forgiveness

Chapter 193

Nathan was surprised Alice was actually going through with the lawsuit, Alice found it amusing.“People should pay for their mistakes. I didn’t force Chloe to steal my stuff.”

Nathan offered a wry smile.“Even if you sue, you won’t find a good lawyer now. Why humiliate yourself?”

Jack’s voice was icy. “We’ll see in court.” He’d hired the best, a sure win.

Then, taking Alice’s hand, he said, “I’m hungry. You still

Alice didn’t object and walked away with him. Nathan didn’t follow.

“When did I owe you a meal?” she asked Jack.

“The car accident,” he said.

Owe me а meal.”

Alice remembered. Jack had almost been hurt because of her, and she’d promised to treat him to dinner once he recovered.

“Oh, right,” she admitted.

“Glad you have a conscience.”

“What do you want to eat?”

Jack’s gaze locked on hers.“Anything you’re willing to agree to?” His gaze felt different. Or maybe she was imagining it; the man was a master of concealment.

Alice shrugged.“I’m broke right now. Nothing too expensive.”

“What do you usually like?”

“I heard a new private kitchen opened near campus. Supposedly good. Want to go?”

Jack nodded regally.“Private room.”

Demandng, but the man liked quiet and was a bit of a neat freak.

Alice booked a private room, and they walked there, side–by–side but a comfortable arm’s length

apart.

and realized they were off

came up beside her.“Lost,

is wrong.”

Give it here.” He took her phone, glanced around, then closed the navigation

using the GPS? You

Just

the lower back.“Don’t give me nicknames.” Little turtle,

breath, his

“What? Ticklish?”

a man’s

her hand.“Any more

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then lowered her head. “I wasn’t touching, just poking.” Her voice trailed

gone. Alice followed, rounding

them.“We’re busy tonight, I apologize for any inconvenience. Please have a look at

at Alice instead. The owner then offered it to Alice. “Your boyfriend is SO thoughtful, letting you

the owner left. She looked at him.“What do you want?” “Whatever you’re having.”

ordered several dishes, including some specialties. Silence

on her constantly. She looked up, meeting his eyes. They held each other’s gaze, neither speaking, until he rotated the table to adjust her chopsticks and bowl.

you

chopsticks in front of her. Alice tilted her

his eyes. “Is that your

good–looking,” she said.

“My type?”

She fumbled to pick them up, feeling flustered. Had he noticed something?

chopsticks, replacing them with his own, then got a new pair for her, warming them again. She didn’t answer his question, and he didn’t press it, as if he’d never said anything. Jack watched her play with her phone. He admitted to himself he’d been deliberately teasing her. She was too close

speak, the server arrived with

the food. Jack watched her eat, saying nothing, but

ate in

her mood greatly improved. She noticed Jack had already finished. He was looking at her, his gaze

self–conscious.“Why are you looking at me?” She wiped

hand rested on

“Much better.”

answer your question about John Wilson.”

at Jack, her gaze hopeful but