Free Web NovelChapter 68: Chapter 68: Chatterbox Bloom Preston
"Lynn wanted Sichuan food and dragged Mom off with her. I guess it’s just the two of us for beef tonight."
Felix Preston held Sonia Quincy’s hand as a waiter led them to their reserved table.
Sonia Quincy smiled and said softly, "It’s no problem. We can just eat by ourselves. Let’s just call it a date."
The word "date" felt utterly foreign. Felix Preston and Sonia Quincy had been married for nearly half a year, and this was the first time he had ever heard it from her lips.
Felix Preston’s gentle smile stiffened for an instant, then a fervent passion ignited in his eyes. "Alright."
It was just a single, simple word, but speaking it made his cheeks flush slightly.
The waiter sized them up, offering a flattering smile. "You two have such a wonderful relationship. I can feel the intense love between you just by standing nearby."
Love...
That word made Sonia Quincy slightly awkward. She and Felix Preston had a shotgun wedding; there wasn’t much affection between them. To say they were in love was a massive exaggeration.
"Thank you," Felix Preston, however, did not share her sentiment. He adjusted his glasses, a pleased expression on his face.
"..." Sonia Quincy shot him a sideways glance. Seeing the slight upward tilt of his lips and the delight in his eyes, she was inexplicably reminded of the kiss Felix had given her in the car that afternoon.
Felix’s attitude toward her had changed significantly ever since she transmigrated and reformed the villainess. But a kiss on the forehead... She’d always felt that kissing was an act reserved for lovers.
’Did Felix suddenly kiss her because he was developing feelings for her, or was he just so overcome with emotion that his mouth had a spasm?’
Sonia tossed and turned the thought in her mind, but no matter how she looked at it, the latter seemed more likely.
"Sonia?" Felix Preston leaned back casually in his chair, his soft voice calling her name.
"Hm?" Sonia snapped back to reality, looking up at him blankly. "I’m here. What’s wrong?"
Felix Preston offered a faint smile. Behind his lenses, his eyes were like a lake shimmering under the moonlight—gentle, calm, and utterly deadly.
Sonia was captivated, stunned by his gaze. A moment later, she completely dismissed her earlier thought.
’Felix Preston was a very earnest person. So earnest he was almost rigid, someone who liked to do everything by the book. To him, Sonia Quincy was his wife, and a wife was someone you were allowed to kiss.’
’His sudden kiss this afternoon probably had nothing to do with affection or being swept up in the moment. He might have simply thought that Sonia needed a kiss for comfort, and so he acted.’
’Yes, that must be it.’
Sonia Quincy had never been in a relationship and had no idea how to read a man’s mind. After pondering for so long, this was the conclusion she reached.
She didn’t know if she was right or not, but since she’d thought of it, she decided to just go with it.
Even though it made her a little sad.
"What are you spacing out about?" Felix Preston waved a hand in front of her face, his eyes a mixture of curiosity and concern.
"Nothing." Sonia Quincy shook her head, her smile tinged with a hint of disappointment. "I’m hungry. How much longer until our food arrives?"
Felix Preston instinctively glanced at his wrist, only to see bare skin and remember he had sold his watch long ago.
"It’ll be soon. Have some salad to tide you over in the meantime." He lowered his arm, pushing the plate of salad in front of Sonia Quincy.
Sonia Quincy noticed his movement. She picked up her phone, opened her notes app, and typed a few words.
After saving the note, she began to leisurely spear vegetables with her fork.
"Mr. Quincy, this way please."
Just as the first dish was brought to the table, a waiter led a tall, imposing man in from the entrance.
The man had a powerful and oppressive presence, and Sonia Quincy felt an immediate sense of unease as he drew near.
She frowned and looked up, only to see a thoroughly detestable face.
"..."
No wonder she felt so uncomfortable. So it was because she’d run into Willow Quincy.
Willow Quincy slowly brushed past her, his ice-cold gaze falling upon her with a heavy, steady weight.
She said nothing, neither looking at him nor acknowledging him.
"Mr. Quincy, this is your reserved table." The waiter led him to the table next to Sonia Quincy’s, respectfully inviting him to sit.
He didn’t move, merely lifting his eyelids to stare coldly at the restaurant’s entrance.
"I’m here."
A few seconds later, a sophisticated woman entered with a graceful and composed demeanor.
Willow Quincy nodded, only then pulling out a chair and sitting down, his expression unreadable.
"Let’s eat." Felix Preston placed a slice of top blade beef into Sonia Quincy’s bowl, completely ignoring Willow Quincy’s presence as if he didn’t exist.
Sonia Quincy pouted unhappily and grumbled in a low voice, "What rotten luck. How can we run into him even when we’re just out for a meal..."
"It’s fine. Just pretend he’s thin air." Felix Preston picked up a glass of fresh-squeezed juice and thoughtfully placed it in front of Sonia Quincy.
"I finally managed to find the time to take you out for beef. Just focus on eating, and don’t worry about unimportant people."
"Okay," Sonia Quincy obediently agreed. She picked up the beef in her bowl and stuffed it into her mouth. "Let’s eat! After we’re full, we can go get some blind boxes!"
Felix Preston: "Alright."
Thankfully, a person-high screen served as a partition between the tables. Although Sonia Quincy’s table was next to Willow Quincy’s, she wouldn’t have to see him while they ate.
She was put off for a little while, but quickly returned to normal.
But Felix Preston was the exact opposite. He was perfectly normal at the start of the meal, but as it went on, he changed.
He became talkative and inexplicably smug.
"Sonia, is this the beef you got for me? How did you know I love rib meat?"
"Sonia, eat this. I cooled it down for you so it won’t be too hot."
"Sonia, want some orange juice? My glass is especially refreshing. Have a sip to cut the richness. Don’t worry if you finish it, I’ll just order another one later."
"Sonia, how has your work been lately? You haven’t run into any annoying clients, have you?"
"Sonia, when are you going to visit me at the studio? I feel like Evan Yates has been a bit of an idiot lately, and I don’t really feel like talking to him..."
They had been eating for less than half an hour, and Sonia Quincy had already heard Felix Preston say her name no less than eight hundred times.
She was getting tired of responding and wanted to tell him to quiet down and take a break, but when she looked up and saw the expectant look in his eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
’Oh, well,’ she sighed to herself. ’If the kid wants to talk, just let him. His work is so busy, and he’s under so much pressure. Now that he finally has some time to relax, I shouldn’t dampen his spirits.’
"Sonia, eat some vegetables. You don’t want the meal to be too rich."
As Felix Preston started chattering again, Sonia Quincy gave a resigned "Okay." Just as she was about to obediently take a bite of her salad, a crisp "CRACK!" suddenly sounded from the next table.
Immediately after, the woman’s voice could be heard.
"Willow, are you alright? Did you cut your hand?"
