In the Su Villa.
At the dining table, Selena sat alone in the long rectangular table. There were maids around, watching and waiting for her order.
Her face, cold as the ice in her glass looked at the salad on her plate.
She took in a deep sigh, so many foods yet, she's the only one in the table.
"Anders, remove these foods and serve a bowl of ice cream," she ordered.
Anders scratches his head fretfully. He has been serving her different dishes yet Selena hasn't touched any of them and kept on asking for a new.
He worries about Selena's health. She didn't eat anything in the last days aside from junk food. Selena said she's on a hunger strike until her uncle fired her babysitter but, it's just not working on Evan.
And since his boss is not around today, he needs to deal with Selena.
"Selena, please eat sothing first. You haven't had any decent al in the last days," Anders spoke in an almost begging voice.
"I want an ice cream Anders," she firmly shook her head.
Anders took in a deep sigh. He occupied the chair next to her and, held her hand resting on the table.
"Selena I will give it to you but, you need to eat. What about a sandwich?"
Selena shook her head, determination shone in her eyes.
"Selena," Anders firmly called out her na.
Selena stared back at Anders; their eyes battled as she stayed refusing to eat anything.
Seeing that Anders wouldn't give up, Selena hold her breath. She has been doing this in the past, mainly to get what she wants and being the only girl in the Su Family, her family would give everything.
Slowly, she could see the anxiety shining in Anders' eyes.
Anders could not hold it in.
"Fine just breath Selena breathe!" he said with a panic voice.
Selena gasped for the air and inside she cheered in victory.
Anders turned to face one of the maids, "get her a bowl of strawberry ice cream," he said in a scattered tone.
With a victorious smile on Selena's lips, she expanded her arms.
"Anders carry to the living room. I want to eat there."
Anders got up; he had never t a lazy woman such us, Selena.
With no other option, he carried her in his arms and went to the living room.
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On the other side.
Sitting on the passenger seat, Daniella rested both of her hands on her lap, she gripped her jumpsuits discreetly.
They have been driving for ten minutes and with the current traffic, she's certain that it will take hours before they could reach the restaurant.
Evan ntioned that he had booked a table in the seafood restaurant next to his office. She had never been there but, the thought of the shrimps in her hands was making her mouth watery.
She urged herself to calm down, her mind thought that her friend must have told Evan how much she loves seafood.
She sighed, battling whether to scold her friends later or not. In the past, she would choose a steak restaurant or any other that doesn't involve seafood and for one good reason, she hates to use the cutlery when there's a shrimp, crabs or a lobster on her plate.
Thinking of the water creature, Daniella gulped hard.
She prefers to eat the seafood in her house, alone or with her friend. She wanted to enjoy every part of the crab, from its legs to its stomach, suck the head of the shrimp and savor every juice from it.
Her body sitting on her couch, with the plate on her lap and her legs on the table, that's how she wanted to eat her seafood.
But now, after spending almost seven hours to prepare for this dinner, Daniella felt that it will be a waste if she will act like a woman who didn't eat seafood for a year.
Right there, Daniella realized that her friends clearly know how to torture her.
She sighed and looked at Evan, his eyes were looking straight at the road. his face was just as cold as his brown eyes.
Her eyes dropped to his shirt, he was wearing a white long sleeve with a grey bow and grey vest. It was tucked in his pants showing his slim waist.
She absentmindedly covered her lips with her hand. Then, her eyes went back to look at his face. He was driving with a serious face; it was as if his life depends on it.
She doesn't know how long she had been staring at him but, her senses were pulled back when Evan looked at her.
"Is there sothing wrong?" he asked.
Daniella shook her head and looked at the road.
It was past seven, the traffic from rush hour, the car's honk sounding outside and the people rushing back and forth on the side road has made her feel exhausted.
She took a peek at Evan only to realized that he was deeply staring at her. A line appeared between his brows, while his lips were pressed together tightly.
"What is Mr. Su?" she asked.
The man smirked and she wondered why.
"You called Evan before. Why did you go back to Mr. Su?"
Daniella was unsure but, she felt as if he was teasing her.
"I, well," she shut her eyes. Wondering why she kept stuttering every ti he asks her a question.
"You are my boss so it's just proper for to address you as Mr. Su." She calmly said but deep inside, her heart wanted to bursts out of her chest.
"It sounded better when you call my na." Evan murmured silently.
Evan turned his face to look at the road again, seeing that the car ahead of them has moved, he pressed the gas.
Daniella didn't hear it; her mind was stuck thinking on how she would eat the seafood in front of Evan without him calling her a pig like her friends.
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