Edward Diner Novels & Stories

My dad then said, “Lana, wash up and join us for lunch.” “Okay,” I replied and headed upstairs. A few minutes later, I returned to the sitting room. We moved to the dining table and began eating and chatting comfortably. I learned that Edward is a scientist working at the national research institute. I realized the reason I felt he was different from the others who have been around my dad is because of his unique demeanor. After lunch, my dad suggested, "Darling, you can go see a movie with Edward, and also visit some fun places. Staying at home might make you feel depressed."

Dylan asked thoughtfully as he approached. "You're full? "Edward was taken aback. "That's right. Mom and I already ate, there are so many delicious foods, go try some!" "We are going to the restaurant!" Edward hissed through clenched teeth before turning to leave. He went to all the trouble of changing his clothes and they were done eating without him... Edward was taciturn on his way to the restaurant. Dylan seemed to read his mood and offered pleadingly. "Daddy, actually I can still eat ... "Edward was silent. That was fine, but he was worried that Liana might not be able to take another bite.

"Good evening. Are you ready to order? A familiar voice said. I froze. Edward stood beside me in a black uniform, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair pushed back. His eyes landed on me, surprise at first, then hurt before he looked away. My heart hammered. Why did this feel like I'd been caught cheating? Daniel glanced between us. "You two know each other?" "He works at my company," I replied. He raised his brows, and I immediately regretted saying anything. "This is my father's restaurant," Edward said calmy, directing it at Daniel. "I help out on weekends." We placed our orders, and Edward walked away. The conversation went downhill from that point.

It was a very different kind of diner. "Though its not been propagated a lot but it runs on profit as the owner is my ex employee." Edwin stated as he joined Iris to the diner, his hand rested on her tiny waist "He was great in his work at my office too and when he came up to me with this idea of hotel, I immediately accepted it." Edwin was carelessly sharing "Though I miss his skills at my work place but he deserves this opportunity." Iris intently looked at the old ship and raised her brow

I don't, and I don't intend to stay with him for a long time. Yet, before I drove off, I asked Edward, “Did Stein contact you?” He shook his head. “Not at all, sir. He hasn't called since that afternoon. He's probably busy. He mentioned a lunch with his father, didn't he? He must likely be busy with that.” I frowned. “Whatever.” “Have a wonderful night, sir,” he said, bowed slightly before he turned and headed over to his car, with his briefcase in hand. Any time I drove myself, Edward always took his car home; otherwise, he drove mine and left his at the office.

It was Edward, his face a mask of fury, with a miserable-looking Camille trailing behind him. After a moment, Alpha Adrian seemed to connect the dots. He turned back to me, took in my almost tearful expression, and said simply, what are the odds? I nodded like a robot. Yes, just my luck. How could it be anything else? After all that, running around, he tracked me down again. The diner door flew open. Edward strode in, his steps long and purposeful, and slid into the booth beside me. His gaze traveled from my face down to my hands, and then he smiled. He took my hand, grabbed my burger and took a bite.

“Johny dear! Edward! I have got everything. Come on, now let’s get going. I am really very hungry now.” “Yes. Sure. Let me just pay for these.” Edward said and moved to the counter. The cost of everything was quite some amount but Edward was not bothered at all! If he had time, he would have bought the whole world for his Clara! After the purchase, they came out of the shop. Just opposite to the shop was a decent place to eat and they served a variety of veg and non-veg dishes.

Jonea stood between Hunter and Ed at the table with her hands on her hips. "Eat it," whispered Ed. "This fried chicken is delicious! You definitely won't regret it. I know you haven't had breakfast yet." "No!" sneered Hunter. "I don't eat fatty food." "Tch," Jonea grinned. "Eat if you like and leave when you are done!" Then Hunter's gaze fixed on Edison, who sat across from him while wearing the uniform of the fried chicken restaurant employee. "Ed, what are you doing here? Why are you wearing this restaurant uniform?" Hunter raised the corners of his lips.

Next weekend had to be next weekend. Liam's joyful voice rang through the living room as soon as I pushed the send button. "Mommy, Daddy made dinner!" My gaze followed Liam's, and my breathing quickened. Liam had become more comfortable with calling Edward ‘Daddy’. My eyes noticed Edward as he stood at the dining table, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his waist and stuck to his sexy chiseled waist. I glanced at his chest. It is well-toned, broad, and on full display, with his muscles moving as he placed a platter of food on the dining table, the contents: roasted chicken and lasagna.

Mr Yates said to Edward. "Well, it's normal; she's my mother. Who else can know a child better than his own mother?" Edward asked Mr Yates. "Absolutely no one, but then, both of us are very well aware that you are the CEO of your own company, so no matter how busy you are, you can still make time and be present for the dinner," Mr Yates said to Edward through the phone, and with that, he sighed heavily. "Mr Yates, what is this dinner all about? Just tell me through the phone. You know very well that it's not necessary for me to come over to that dinner before you can tell me whatever you want to tell me," Edward said to Mr Yates through the phone.