Chapter 125
Chapter 125
At the restaurant.
Langdon Johnson had reserved a luxurious private dining room.
Though there were only five people in their party, the table was large enough to seat ten.
Johnson considerately pulled out a chair, bowing slightly toward Asher with a deferential gesture.
“Mr. Blackwood, please,” he said with practiced courtesy.
Asher, accustomed to such deference, took his seat naturally.
This was Thalia’s first time witnessing how others treated the CEO of Blackwood Industries in public.
The man before her received others‘ flattery with cool detachment, his features radiating an icy remoteness, his entire being exuding an unapproachable distance.
It made Thalia feel as though she was watching a stranger. She found it impossible to reconcile this aloof man with the one who had once worn an apron to cook for her.
After Asher sat down, Alexander took the seat to his right.
Johnson then chose a seat to Asher’s left, deliberately leaving one chair empty between them.
His seating choice was strategic–not too distant to discuss business, yet not too close to impose on Mr. Blackwood.
The head partner sat to Johnson’s left.
Thalia deliberately chose the position furthest from Asher, sitting directly across from him.
Asher leaned back in his chair, his cool gaze sweeping over to her, a flicker of disappointment passing almost imperceptibly through his eyes.
Alexander caught this interaction and sighed inwardly.
What a pair of star–crossed lovers.
Once everyone was seated, Johnson pushed the menu toward Asher. “Mr. Blackwood.”
Asher casually flipped through it, naming several dishes before sliding the menu back to Johnson.
Johnson added a few more expensive specialties.
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look at the man across from her, staring absently at the glass lazy
had just ordered
surge of
broken up, yet he continued these meaningless gestures–first insisting she stay for lunch, then ordering her favorite dishes right in front of her.
Acting
the head partner and Johnson present, Thalia couldn’t simply stand up and
private dining room with Asher made her feel suffocated.
fathom what game he was
conversation with those beside him, but his gaze kept straying to
sight made Asher want to reach across and gently stroke her head, or
server finished bringing all the
silent, focusing on her
struggled with insomnia and this morning hadn’t
the conversation between the men–nor
to collaborate with Caresol, saying he’d send his assistant to
increasingly uninhibited. His face flushed as he launched into the story
thoughts remained fixed on the woman opposite him, his gaze repeatedly drawn
of her.
too busy drinking and chatting to notice Asher’s subtle actions,
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his head resignedly. It was
persistent pursuers like Grace Bennett, yet cold and aloof as he was, he’d never shown interest
photograph at Asher’s home. Then he realized Asher wasn’t disinterested in women–he had been saving his heart for
he had
Johnson, thoroughly intoxicated, departed early in a car arranged by
the restaurant entrance.
and Alexander: “Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Wellington, we’ll
Asher remained silent.
understood him. “Are you taking a taxi
Miss Winters and I
brow furrowed slightly.
hotel with an intoxicated middle–aged man, immediately offered: “I can drive Miss Winters
on his phone, thinking: Why couldn’t he
on Alexander, so he replied: “That would be most kind, Mr. Wellington, thank you.”
trouble yourself. I’ll just grab my
her phone to order a
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