Chapter 40

The dinner at a three-star restaurant went well. He ordered different foods after scolding him not to order the whole menu because we're not going to finish it anyway, we do have separate take-outs for the people in the house, and that's enough.

I don't have much appetite these days anyway, and Trevor unfortunately noticed that.

"Why are you not eating much? Finish what's on your plate. Are you sick?" Trevor frowned.

Our round table had a big window that overlooked a great view of the man-made pool, we're on the top floor of the restaurant, which was situated around a chain of hotels that I'm not surprised was owned by him.

I bet even this restaurant, one word from him, and then every server was agitated.

I made a face at him and forced a smile. "I'm not. What are you saying?"

He did not reply instead he studied me for a while, my son's in my peripheral vision enjoying his food, he's beside his father which I find annoying but it's more convenient that way, sooner or later he ha