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.

Though it was a simple action, she felt like he did it on purpose, seemingly hugging her in a way. “Let’s go in.” He continued to behave indifferently.

“Okay.”

room, not realizing a smirk

easily host about thirty people at any one time. Yet, there

to make a pot of hot tea, whereas Michaela made

always found them

zoomed past the busy roads, and the pedestrians quickened their steps to get to their destinations; everyone seemed to know where

was so engrossed in the eventful scenes unfolding before her eyes until a familiar baritone voice resonated

her. “Come on over and try the tea that I’ve made for you. It will warm you up in no

“Thank you, Mr. Jonathan.”

him formally as if he was a stranger. On the

Am I that old?

in the days, you refused to use honorifics when Old Mr. Simmons

Cough… cough…

was flushed a crimson red when he brought up the past. She choked on a gulp

was all tensed up. He knew

so fast? No one is fighting for the cup of tea with you,” he said

if he

was going through a rebellious stage then.

to acknowledge him as an elder because he was only a

say the darndest thing. How could he take it seriously? He must have an elephant’s memory to remember such a thing that I’ve said

in her head, the restaurant manager knocked on the

leave two waiters in the room to wait on the duo. However, his suggestion

this lady must be a special someone to Mr.

was absolutely delicious. Jonathan was very good at pairing the cheeses and keeping the burner at the most ideal temperature. Michaela enjoyed herself

was over,

to dine with Mr. Jonathan after all. I’m supposed to treat him to this

up with an excuse to go downstairs, wanting to foot the bill. The manager saw her and asked immediately, “Is there anything that I

me

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