Chapter 30 His Considerate Words And Actions

Upon entering the restaurant, Michaela realized that Jonathan had picked a fondue shop.

As a hard core foodie, fondue was her top favorite.

When she was gazing at the falling rain through her office windows earlier on, a big pot of piping hot cheese fondue was what she was craving.

Great minds think alike! Suddenly, Michaela did not find Jonathan as annoying and frightening as he was before. In fact, she thought that he was quite friendly.

The change in perception made her feel more at ease. As soon as they entered the restaurant, someone came up to them and collected the umbrella from Jonathan’s hand. At the same time, he addressed him reverently, “Mr. Xander.”

 

“Hi, just go ahead and carry on with your work. We’ll head upstairs ourselves.”

He did not want to be bothered by anyone when he had the chance to spend quality time with Michaela.

 

“Noted.”

As the restaurant manager retreated, he took a glance at her.

Subsequently, Jonathan led Michaela to the second floor. They walked past a row of private rooms, took a few turns, and arrived at one with a striking wooden carving on its door.

Mich in My Heart.

She hesitated to take a step forward. A peculiar feeling rose within her but vanished a moment later.

“What’s wrong?” he saw her gaze fall on the block of wood and asked the obvious.

His voice snapped her back to her senses. Michaela shook her head and said, “Nothing.”

Meanwhile, a hand appeared from behind and turned the knob to open the door right before her.

it on purpose,

“Okay.”

the room, not realizing

huge that it could easily host about thirty people at

hot tea, whereas Michaela made her way to the

had always found them

hustle and bustle of the vibrant city. Cars zoomed past the busy roads, and the pedestrians quickened their steps to get to their

engrossed in the eventful scenes unfolding before her eyes until a familiar baritone

she turned around, the room was filled with a faint fragrant of earl grey. Jonathan waved at her. “Come on over and try the tea that

“Thank you, Mr. Jonathan.”

formally as if he was a stranger. On the other hand,

Am I that old?

when Michaela was about to take another sip, a crisp voice said sarcastically, “I remember clearly that back in the days, you refused to use honorifics when Old Mr. Simmons insisted that you do so when talking to me. Ironically,

Cough… cough…

past. She choked on a gulp of warm

she was all tensed up.

did you drink so fast? No one is fighting for the cup of tea with you,” he said languidly as he approached her and gently patted her

if he didn’t startle me

in the day. Moreover, she was

as an elder because

have an elephant’s memory to remember such a thing that I’ve said before and try to use it against

still cursing him in her head, the restaurant manager knocked on the door courteously and

two waiters in the room to wait on the duo. However, his suggestion was rejected by Jonathan. The manager was

be a special someone

at pairing the cheeses and keeping the burner at the most ideal temperature. Michaela enjoyed herself thoroughly. In contrast, Jonathan had

the time dinner was

Mr. Jonathan after all. I’m supposed to treat him to this meal, but I clearly ate

downstairs, wanting to foot the bill. The

get me the

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