Because You Are My Lady

Chapter 843

Morgan dragged Elaine to dinner by 'force'.

In the small town, not many restaurants were up to par with Vincent's standards in terms of cleanliness.

Even after driving around, there weren't any fine restaurants to be seen.

Feeling disappointed, Vincent frowned.

Leaning her head against the window, Elaine suddenly exclaimed, "Wait! I saw a good place! Morgan, over there!"

Looking out of the window, Morgan saw the small restaurant in the alley.

Usually, these kinds of restaurants served cheap and unhealthy food in big portions.

Knowing Vincent, Morgan knew he would refuse to enter the restaurant.

Before Vincent could reject, he asked, "Miss Jacob, why don't we look for another place..."

"Let's go."

Before Morgan could finish his words, Vincent interrupted him.

To confirm he hadn't misheard him, Morgan asked again, "Sir, are you sure you want to have dinner there?"

When Vincent gave him a glance, Morgan quickly nodded his head. "Y-yes, sir..."

The restaurant appeared to be how Morgan had imagined. It was a little small and crowded, but at least the place looked neat.

Although Vincent said that he wanted to go there, his brows were knitted from the moment he got out of the car.

Morgan knew him well. Judging from his obsession with cleanliness, he would stay here for no more than five minutes at most...

Before entering the restaurant, Morgan suggested, "Miss Jacob, why don't we just buy the food from here and have it at the hotel?"

"Why should we? Let's just eat here." With a smile, Elaine pulled out a chair and sat on it. "But you guys can head back first if you want to. I'll be eating here."

Staring into her eyes, Vincent could tell she was trying to provoke him. Snorting, he took a seat opposite her. "You're trying to mess with me, aren't you? I won't let you win."

Hearing that, Elaine stiffened.

Seeing her reaction, Vincent curled his lips into a smug smile.

Staring hard back at him, Elaine called for the shop owner, "Excuse me!"

Hearing her customer calling, a lady with simple clothing walked over to take their order, "What would you guys like to eat?"

"Your signature noodles are the best! I'll have one of that, please. I haven't eaten your noodles in so many years!" After placing her order, she turned to ask Morgan, "What do you feel like having, Morgan?"

Since he had never been to a place like this before, he politely asked, "Could you recommend me something, Miss Jacob?"

"Sure!"

Turning her head back towards the lady, Elaine ordered the same thing for him.

After taking down their orders, the shop owner scanned the table. Having lived in the village all her life, she seldom got to see such classy people in the village.

Especially the man dressed in such fine clothing who looked suave, polished, and charming. One could tell that he was from a noble and wealthy family at first glance.

Why would someone like him visit her small restaurant in the village?

Noticing that the younger man remained silent even after the other two on the table had taken their orders, she asked politely, "Sir, may I take your order?"

Looking at Elaine, Vincent uttered, "Decide for me."

Initially, she wanted to refuse, but when an idea suddenly struck her head, she asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Alright then," nodding her head, Elaine ordered the same thing as well for him.

"Alright, let me repeat your orders. Three plates of noodles and two side dishes." After jotting down their orders, the shop owner went back to the kitchen.

Feeling a little worried, Morgan asked, "Miss Jacob, is the food here clean?"

"Don't worry, Morgan. I've been eating here for three years throughout high school and had never got a stomachache. Even though the shop is a little small, the boss is a kind person. She never serves rotten food to customers."

Curious, Morgan asked again, "Have you always eaten out when you were young?"

"Yeah. When I was in high school, my parents liked to gamble, so they never made dinner. We always had to eat out."

Elaine started working during the summer holidays since middle school. She would then give half of her earnings to her parents while she saved the other half. On days when her parents didn't cook, she would use her savings to eat out.

Since the food here was cheap, she spent money on most of her meals here throughout her high school days.

"After I got accepted to college and started working in the city, I never had the chance to eat these anymore. Sometimes, I miss the food here..."

Putting on a confident smile, Elaine boasted, "Trust me, it's good! You'll know in a minute."

Seeing her reaction, Morgan laughed as well, "I believe in your taste, Miss Jacob."

"So why didn't you go to college?" Morgan asked out of curiosity. It seemed that he was more interested in the fact that she didn't continue her studies.

Elaine then answered plainly, "Well, my brother grew up, so our family expenses increased, and my family couldn't afford it. My parents wanted me to drop out of school to work so that I could

share their burden."

Hearing her story, Vincent glanced at her.

Frowning, Morgan questioned, "These are supposed to be your parents' responsibility! How could they make you bear the burden?"

Perhaps that was the situation in someone else's family, but it definitely wasn't the case with her family.

She needed to endure much more compared to people of her age.

Feeling pity for her, Morgan comforted, "Miss Jacob, they don't deserve to be your parents. Stay with us, I guarantee that Mr. Bradbury will treat you better."

Lowering her eyes, Elaine didn't respond. To her, Vincent was actually scarier than her parents.

She would rather choose her selfish family over such a cunning and devious man.

Three big plates of noodles quickly came up. Since Elaine liked spicy food, she added some Tabasco sauce into her noodles.

Morgan preferred the original taste.

"Not bad," said Morgan after taking a bite. He then praised, "It's much better than what I'd imagined."

Hearing that, Elaine felt satisfied. "I told you it was good!"

Then, she turned to Vincent. "You should try it too."

Looking at the disposable cutlery, Vincent hesitated for a moment, but still picked them up and took a bite of the noodles.

The next second, he felt a surge of heat gushing up to his face.

When Elaine saw that he had really taken a bite, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Don't waste your food. Don't you know how many children starve in other parts of the world? Finish it!"All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Though the noodles in front of him looked delicious, it was actually the spiciest one!

Pressing his lips together, Vincent felt irritated and his face fell.

When she saw him like this, Elaine raised her chin and challenged, "I asked if you wanted me to order for you, right? Are you not going to finish your food now that you can't handle the spice? Are you even a man?!"

Was he even a man?

With a snort, Vincent lowered his head and continued eating.

Seeing his reaction, Elaine was completely dumbfounded.

Why was he so sensitive? Couldn't he take a joke?

"Mr. Bradbury, don't..." Morgan tried to stop him.

"Shut up!"

Shocked by his reaction, Morgan kept quiet.

He obeyed by not saying a word.

When they finished the meal, Vincent looked horrible.

It was the first time she had seen him in such a mess. His face was scarlet red, and there were beads of sweat dripping down his forehead...

Seeing him like this, she felt a little guilty. "Why did you force yourself to eat when you couldn't handle spice..."

Flashing her a cold stare, Elaine immediately shut her mouth.

She then muted herself.

Vincent's stare was quite terrifying.

It was as if he was going to beat her up.

On the way back, Vincent kept gulping down water. Every time he took a sip, his face twisted in pain.

At first, Elaine held back her laughter, but in the end, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Why was he behaving like a child?

He couldn't take the joke and forcefully stuffed the food all into his tummy but ended up getting a bad

stomachache.

When they got back to the hotel, Vincent strode towards the elevator without waiting for the rest.

Just as she thought this was a perfect time to escape, she stood in the middle of the lobby and announced, "Morgan, it's late. Have a good rest. I'll be going back first today..."

"Miss Jacob, you won't be able to leave without my permission."

Morgan interrupted as if he knew what she was thinking. "There are Dark Guards here who received the order to ensure your safety. You won't be able to leave as you wish. Even if you do, they will bring you back to Mr. Bradbury."