You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1939: I Want to Work for You

Joyce arrived at a Western restaurant and chose a cozy seat by the window.

"Don't you want a private room?" Clint suddenly asked, looking around with a clear sense of discomfort. His identity was noble, and he had never dined in the main hall before. He preferred a quiet environment and couldn't tolerate dining with others around.

Joyce looked around and noticed that the seat she chose was quite secluded. In theory, it would be difficult for others to notice them there.

"Are you worried about safety? Alright then, I'll get a private room," she said.

Joyce found Munin's request reasonable. After all, he didn't know who might be after him now. Perhaps the person who wanted to harm him had already arrived in Khebury, so it was better to be cautious. She stood up and said to the waiter, "Please get us a private room."

However, the waiter apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, but all the private rooms are fully booked at this time. This is the most secluded seat we have."

Joyce frowned and asked, tilting her head, "What if we make do with this seat?"

Clint reluctantly agreed, "Fine."

But he still couldn't hide his discomfort.

The waiter handed them two menus and said, "As a gesture of apology, we'll offer you two glasses of our signature red wine."

"No need, I don't drink," Clint declined directly.

Joyce glanced at him and thought to herself that he had a heart condition, so it was normal for him not to drink.

In reality, Clint's reason was different. He thought the complimentary wine was too low-grade. Normally, he only drank red wine from specific wineries. Anything below Lafite level was not worth his attention. "You can choose whatever you want to eat. Order for yourself," Joyce said, extending her hand, indicating Clint to make his selection.

Clint glanced over the menu and casually ordered four or five dishes, including appetizers, starters, main courses, and desserts. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

placing the order, Joyce paid attention to what

said, "You seem to be quite familiar with Western

menu and replied, "Really? I just ordered based on my instincts. I don't remember

remember anything related to yourself?" Joyce curiously asked because Luther had also experienced

Clint shook his head.

shrugged. "It doesn't matter. It's fine like this. Forgetting who I am allows me to forget the things I need to

were also happy things. Don't think too much. Everything will be alright," Joyce consoled him

after, the waiter brought their

starters, followed by

and caviar truffle, a seafood gourmet dish with a hint of yellow mustard seasoning. It was accompanied by a small portion of tri-color quinoa rice ball. The

to be good. It was completely different from the

your taste leans towards Japanese cuisine," she concluded. "A person's habits are the hardest to

fork suddenly stiffened as he realized his oversight. He had disguised himself as a citizen of Country

the plate with his knife, pretending to be nonchalant as he speared a piece

so? Maybe. I just thought the picture looked nice,

a vague and evasive response. Joyce didn't say anything

a hurry, wanting to finish the meal quickly, send Munin back to the apartment, and then attend to some business so she could go home earlier. Anderson and Alisha were waiting

before him, she looked up and saw him still chewing slowly. She sat up straight and patiently waited for

dined, from his posture to his knife skills, even

some extent, it was reminiscent

not innate; it must be cultivated over a long period

the man in front of her seemed to come from a noble background,

felt her scrutinizing

"What's wrong? Do you