The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 81

Neville chuckled, "Well, Mr. O'Brien, it seems you're quite familiar with what Ms. Pearce likes to eat. Being Star's husband, you'd know her favorite dishes, right?"

Haynes remained silent before speaking in his deep, smooth voice, ordering a few dishes for Stella.

Neville listened, his brows knitting slightly. "Mr. O'Brien, are you sure those aren't your favorites rather than Star's?"

Haynes glanced at Stella. She kept her face emotionless, not even sparing him a glance.

Neville's gaze at Haynes carried a hint of knowingness. "Star loves spicy food and can't get enough of it. She doesn't care for seafood, raw dishes, or fish."

Neville watched Haynes, a faint smile on his lips. "Not one of those dishes you ordered is something Star likes."

Haynes had picked a light and raw dish, another with seafood, and one more featuring fish. He'd hit all the wrong notes.

instantly. Even the waiter, poised to take their order, couldn't

were common enough, but ordering everything his wife hated? The

the tension. "Sir,

dishes,

awkward table. With Haynes still silent, perhaps worried he felt guilty, Rachel said, "Haynie rarely eats at home, so he wouldn't know

that and couldn't help but scoff internally. Wasn't Rachel implying that Haynes usually dined with

he'd know Stella's tastes regardless of their dining habits. It all boiled

first, bending over backward to cater to your preferences while ignoring her own-so much so that even others have forgotten

time she starts putting herself

"With me, Star, you never need

to stand up for her. Yet, even though knowing it