Free Web NovelChapter 495: Unfortunately, Christian Did Not Give Her A Chance
After the young lady left, Michael and Wendy returned to their seats.
Michael grumbled, "Who knew that someday, my charm would pale in comparison to yours."
"What do you mean by that?" Wendy feigned annoyance and continued, "Am I undeserving of having fans? Didn’t you hear for yourself? I have many supporters and multiple fan clubs too! Perhaps I have more fans than you do."
"Yes, ma’am, you must have more fans than I do," Michael repeated after Wendy, giving in to her reluctantly, "That girl, isn’t she still pubescent? How could she be so engrossed in talking about design when she should be at the age where girls are fawning over handsome men?"
"Oh, stop flattering yourself. Did you really think that all girls would fall for you?"
Wendy teased Michael, laughing, "She just doesn’t like your type and has no idea who you are, is that not allowed?"
Michael heaved a loud sigh.
Still, Michael did not let the matter rest.
After the meal and getting the check, he purposely bumped into a cup of juice on another customer’s table while heading to the door.
The juice spilled all over the floor and Michael quickly bent over to pick the cup up.
As he rose, he spoke earnestly, "I’m so sorry about that, let me pick up the tab for your table..."
The customer was initially upset, but upon hearing Michael’s words, her anger dissipated.
"Are you Mr. Lucas?" asked an elated young lady of about eighteen years of age.
When Michael had placed the cup back in front of her on the table, she caught a glimpse of his face and was overjoyed.
"Is it really you? I cannot believe that I would see you here!" she continued.
Michael looked at the starry-eyed girl, then turned and gave Wendy a quick smirk.
His eyes glistened with a hint of competition. It was as though he was telling her that he too had fans.
Initially, Wendy honestly believed that Michael had accidentally caused a spill.
But in that split second with Michael’s smirk, Wendy was left rolling her eyes at the stage Michael built for himself.
"Would you like a picture together?" Michael asked.
"That would be great!" the young lady hastily got to her feet and stood beside Michael.
However, her joy was short-lived as she noticed Wendy standing at the side.
Her face fell instantly as she cautiously probed, "May I?"
At this, Michael turned and asked for Wendy’s opinion aloud, "Can we, my dear wife?"
If not for the number of onlookers at this point, Wendy was on the verge of rolling her eyes at Michael once more.
Was this man jealous of her fan? Was he trying to prove that he had fans too?
Since they had their reputation to keep in public, Wendy plastered on a warm smile and nodded, "Of course you can!"
"Then, can I take a picture with you?" asked the youth who sat beside the young lady. He had gotten up from his seat and his face looked slightly flushed. Looking at Wendy, he plucked up his courage and uttered, "Many of my classmates really like you and... many of them put your picture on their cell phones’ home screen."
Wendy did have the looks as well. If she were to enter the entertainment industry, even with a lack of talent, she would rise to considerable fame.
For young men in their twenties, it would be normal for them to like her looks.
"You can’t," responded Michael who took a quick glance at the youth, then at Wendy before standing between the two and preventing the boy from taking another look at Wendy.
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Seeing Michael’s response, Wendy let out a laugh.
He wanted to prove his charm. But his efforts backfired and revealed Wendy’s appeal once more.
Moreover, it was clear that the boy was attracted to Wendy. Michael wouldn’t give him even a sliver of hope. Even if it was a chance to take a simple shot together, he would not allow it.
"It’s just a picture together, no big deal..." Wendy mumbled, fanning the flames, "I didn’t stop you from having a photograph with that young lady, did I?"
"It’s different!" Michael retorted.
"What’s the difference?" Wendy continued teasing the agitated Michael with a smirk.
Noticing how Wendy seemed to be enjoying how things were panning out, Michael gritted his teeth and blurted, "It’s different as long as I say so!"
"Sorry to disappoint, neither of us is taking pictures together," Michael uttered icily.
Grabbing Wendy’s hand, he started towards the door.
"Hey, hey, hey, weren’t you going to get the check for this family? If you leave now, who’s going to pay for them?" Wendy reminded Michael as she was being dragged away by him.
"I’ll get Mr. York to come down and foot the bill, okay?" Michael responded and whipped out his phone to give Mr. York a call.
As Michael held his phone against his ear, his grip on Wendy loosened a little.
Seizing this opportunity, Wendy turned towards the young man in the store and sweetly bid him farewell, "See you, young one..."
Hearing this, Michael subconsciously turned to see, only to realize that there was no one behind them.
Wendy was just poking fun at him.
Seeing Michael grow increasingly irritated, Wendy decided that her little joke had gone far enough. Walking straight towards the car, she said, "Mr. Lucas, please help hold the car door for me."
Michael got his car keys out and opened the doors.
Then, he got through the phone to Mr. York.
Once Mr. York picked up, Michael irately instructed, "Pick up the bill for table five at The Soup Life, will you?"
With that, Michael hung up.
Mr. York was confused with the disconnected tone he was left listening to. He snapped out of the daze he found himself in and got his subordinate to look up the store and pay for the bill of the table that Michael had mentioned.
At this point in time, the customers at table five of the store were looking at each other in confusion. At the table was a family of four - parents with their two children. ƒrēewebnovel.com
In particular, the pair of siblings were most perplexed.
What had just happened?
While they were still trying to figure out head and tail of what had happened, a waiter walked over to their table and informed them with a smile, "Your bill has been paid for, please enjoy your meal."
"Did he really pick up our tab?" the young lady looked over at her brother in disbelief, "So, that was really Michael Lucas and Wendy Stewart?"
"Probably so," the young man nodded slowly.
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Wendy sat beside the driver’s seat and tried to hold back her laughter. She knew that Michael had just experienced a blow to his ego. Yet, she could not hold it in.
Michael espied Wendy sitting beside him with a wide grin plastered across her face.
As she expected, it made his blood boil.
Starting the car, he stepped hard on the accelerator.
"Hey, easy on the pedals, will you?" Wendy commented as she tightened her grip on her seat belt. "We’re at 4th Ring, not the suburbs, can’t you slow down?"
"Keep laughing at me and I’ll speed up," Michael warned.
"Okay, okay, I’ll stop laughing," Wendy cleared her throat to calm herself down. "I didn’t expect you to have double standards, though. A young lady can show her likes for you but a young man can’t be attracted to me."
"I’m driving. Don’t distract me," Michael responded, changing the topic since he did not know how to respond.
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Twelve midnight at Christian Lucas’ place.
Zen Tanner had reheated the food many times over.
From seven in the evening till midnight, Christian was still out.
She had waited until nine and could not hold back her hunger any longer, so she ate some food to quell her hunger.
If she were alone, she would be happy to wait.
Now, things were different - she wasn’t alone and was with child.
Zen breathed deeply. It seemed like her baby felt her emotions as little hands and feet made movements against her belly.
Zen looked down and gently patted her belly, comforting her child. Warmly, she said, "Do you miss Daddy too? Daddy will be home soon, very soon... " Zen had considered going somewhere far away on her own when she had left Wendy’s house.
Although she could not bear to leave Christian, she was afraid to return to his side for fear that he might force her to abort their child.
For her child, she wanted to leave.
Unfortunately, Christian did not give her a chance to.
Once she stepped out of Wendy’s house, someone appeared and stopped Zen.
She was brought back to Lake City, and since then, she had been kept in Christian’s place.
She had thought that Christian had her brought back to force her to undergo surgery and abort the baby.
However, over a month had passed, and Christian had not brought up such a matter at all.
Zen had believed that since he did not mention aborting the child, perhaps he had thought things through and was willing to accept this child.
However, nothing Christian did seemed to demonstrate that he cared at all for the child or Zen.
However, he urged Zen to sketch designs daily.
This, Zen found, was rather odd.
When she worked for DR Group, she had never received so much attention from him over her work.
The baby in her womb was still kicking her.
Perhaps as the child grew, it was getting stronger, making Zen feel quite uncomfortable.
"Darling, don’t use too much strength. Mommy is in quite some pain," Zen warmly instructed as she rubbed her belly. "In another three months, we can finally meet. I wonder if you are just as excited to meet me?"
Suddenly, the door could be heard opening.
It was not a loud sound but at this hour late in the night, it seemed particularly clear.
Zen knew that Christian was back.
She stood up from the chair and headed towards the door.
As she expected, Christian waltzed in.
Immediately, Zen approached him and extended her hand to retrieve Christian’s jacket before hanging it on the clothing rack.
"What kept you so long? I’ve reheated the food several times over by now," Zen spoke with a smile. "Let me heat the food again while you go wash your hands. Turn in early today since you’re probably tired from working such long hours these days."
At Zen’s voice, Christian frowned impatiently. freewebnσvel.cøm
Without saying a word, he headed straight for the dining table.
He did not have time to grab a bite and was famished.
"It’ll be ready in a jiffy," Zen announced as she picked up the dishes she had laid on the table and brought them into the kitchen.
There were about three to four dishes left on the table since Zen was unable to manage so many at once.
When she brought the dishes out that she had warmed up, Christian was already digging into his meal.
"Cold food isn’t so good for you. Have some warm ones," Zen mentioned as she took the colder dishes into the kitchen and continued to heat the food, leaving Christian to have the others that she had already heated up.
Christian did not like hiring additional help for his house, so Zen completed all household chores like cooking and cleaning daily.
Zen’s culinary skills were not excellent, but the food was pretty decent.
As for Christian, he could not care less about the flavor of the food.
All he wanted was to have food for his belly and to survive.
