Grace enjoyed the rest of the wine in silence as neither of them spoke after that statent. However, she was surprised to realize that it was a comfortable silence, nothing like what she had experienced with him before.
"How about enjoying the rest of the wine with food?" Davian offered once they both finished their first glass of wine.
Grace nodded her head in approval and followed him to the dining table. Davian pulled out the chair for her as she took her seat, once again surpising her by his gesture. He had done this several tis during their fake dates in public. But this ti, it felt entirely different, more genuine.
Does he really like ? She found herself wondering as her gaze followed him while he revealed the dishes he had prepared by removing the lids before he too settled down on the chair opposite hers.
She was stunned at the variety of dishes sitting in front of her, and what surprised her even more was the fact that each dish he had prepared was her favorite - Grilled lemon herb chicken, salad, garlic parsan roasted potatoes, herbed rice, and finally chocolate mousse. There was also a bottle of white wine sitting in an ice basket.
She lifted her gaze from the food and shifted them to Davian’s face. "This looks... delicious." She said and watched as a small smile made its way to his lips.
"Thank you. I hope you will enjoy the dinner. Let’s start." He said and the two of them imdiately shifted their attention back to the food.
There was complete silence except for the occasional sound of cutlery as the two started eating the dinner. With each bite, Grace felt like she was drifting in clouds. The dishes tasted so good that she felt like she was having a al at so 7-star restaurant.
After finally tasting his cooking, she realized why there had been so much buzz about his cooking skills. All this ti, she only half believed it, thinking that people were overhyped over nothing.
There was so sort of variety show two years ago where Davian appeared as one of the special guests to promote so food campaign of his company. He was supposed to give directions while his partner needed to cook. However due to a last-minute injury, his partner was unable to cook properly. This led to Davian doing all the cooking himself.
That was the day when the judges, all the contestants, and the dia present there got to taste his food. Though that was the only ti the world got to taste his cooking, it was more than enough for him to earn his title of a handso young man with unseen cooking skills.
"What are you thinking about?" Davian asked when he noticed how lost she looked. "Is the food not to your liking?"
Grace was pulled out of her thoughts by his questions, and she quickly shook her head as she answered, "It’s not that. The food... it’s absolutely delicious." She confessed and watched how he visibly relaxed.
"If you want, I can cook for you everyday from now on." He suddenly offered, leaving her stunned for a mont.
"You want to cook for everyday?" She asked while looking straight into his eyes.
"I will if that’s what you want." He replied without any hesitation.
There was silence following his response and Grace took a few monts before she asked another question, "Don’t you have any other matters to handle? Being my personal cook can take up your entire day."
A smile curved the corners of his lips as he answered, "I don’t have any work to do. Since you are my Boss, I will follow whatever task you have for ."
Grace dropped her fork and sat back in her chair while staring at the man who was once again behaving nothing like his usual self. "I’m your boss? I thought we were partners."
"Partner or boss, doesn’t really matter. The truth is, I will only do what you want to do from now on." Davian replied.
This ti, she didn’t hold back as she asked, "So are you saying that you are mine from now on?"
The mont she asked the question, she noticed sothing flickering through his eyes. But he was quick to hide it and replied, "Absolutely. I’m all yours."
Grace tried to not focus on how there appeared so sort of fluttering deep in her chest and just nodded her head as she took in his reply. Then, she asked another question, "What about your underlings then? Are they too my n from now on?"
Once again she noticed sothing flickering through his eyes, and he made no effort to hide it this ti. However, unlike before, it didn’t seem like he was happy with what she asked.
Misunderstanding his reaction, she thought that he was finally showing his true colors. She knew that he would never allow anyone to lay their eyes on his secret team that he had created with perfection. But she was soon proved wrong.
"They can only be your underlings, not your n." Davian stated, taking her by complete surprise.
She stared at him for a while, processing his words and the realization finally hit her. Is he being jealous? She wondered and found a smile threatening to spill on her lips. It took her so efforts to keep that smile from appearing on her lips.
She kept her voice and gaze serious as she asked, "Are you saying that you are handing over your secret service team to ?
This ti, it was Davian’s turn to be surprised. "How do you know about them?"
"Why? Do you think only you are capable enough to find out about my secrets?" She asked while looking him straight into the eyes.
Instead of getting angry like she was expecting him, he just let out a chuckle and shook his head. "It’s good that you already know. One less secret between us."
Grace didn’t speak for a while and when she did, she ant every word that ca out of her mouth. "If you want to beco my partner, then..."
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