hand. He stopped at the door turning around to the men in suits. "It was my wife. I will introduc

you want for dinner?" asked Grayson. "It doesn't matter, and I am not hungry yet." In fact, Sienna really was in no mood for food now. She felt that ever sinc

anted to go and eat. He took her dir

hout asking her what she wanted. Sienna was hungrier than s

covered her tummy instantly. She looked up warily, and her eyes met with Grayson's. S

e was walking or sitting; he strictly abided by the aristocratic protocol. Si

had said. "Um..." She blushed, "I feel hungry right now." "Waiter," he waved his

total, which had been given to the boss's close friends. The only people that had one of th

felt relieved, and at the same time, she felt happy. The card was

at the club was based on membership, and the per capita consumption was at least one thousand dollars. She was amazed at how her fake

it is not enough." Grayson reminded her, seeing that she was in a tran

e first bite, she knew at once that it was worth the price. The seafood t

g at all. He stared at her, more precisely, he focused on her lips and her subtle pink tongue. He remembered

it was getting harder to suppress the urge to kiss her. The model in the Royal Imperial Club might have been as

urning wit

eating and looked at him across the table. "You are not eating anything?" His eyes were

to control his wanting for her. His heart was beating fast. He

was amused by her weird question. He curled his lips, giving her a smile, and at the same time, his eyes became t

f eating. She didn't give it a second thought because he said there wasn't a problem, and there was no need to lie to he

e asked sincerely. Sienna nodded. "Shall we take hom

ver done this before. "I can bring you ba

k it is a waste. If we took it home,

It seemed that he was get

he was annoyed with that suggestion, Sienna realized that it might not be graceful

oom." Watching her vanish around the corner, Grayson considered that if she may have been upset because he didn't want to b