Since Feather had a breakdown, Hawk decided to call his driver to pick them up. Her physical and emotional state made him assu that she was not up or in the mood for any lunch already.
"Where to? President Hawk?" His private driver asked politely.
Without a thought, he answered, "To the Han's brick mansion please,"
"Are we not going for lunch anymore?" Feather imdiately dissented. She was already glad that Hawk had called for his car only to be told that she had to be sent ho. To be honest, she was already suspecting soone was doing witchcraft against her because everything that day was not falling into the right places.
"My heiress, I think you need your rest," Hawk told her and carefully caressed her long curls. "We can have lunch so other ti,"
"Can we not have it now?" Feather was already getting frustrated and she doesn't know if she can hold back her annoyance anymore with everything that was happening, "I am really looking forward to that lunch,"
She was aware that her voice was starting to sound irritated and when Hawk decided to look into her thoroughly as if he was trying to get past her facade, Feather's panic ca back. Imdiately she redied what she thought was a character mishap on her part.
"I an, we rarely see each other these days. I do really want to have this lunch with you President Hawk if you please," She flushed that innocent look again, and seeing how much she wanted it, Hawk eventually gave in.
"Alright," He replied to her with a sigh, then turned to his driver, "Eleazar, to the restaurant, please. The one that's situated two blocks from here,"
"Two blocks from here?" Feather wondered. Seeing the view outside, she was aware that this part of the city was sowhere elites and socialites don't frequent. It was obvious from how cheap-looking the buildings were as well as how unsophisticated were the people she saw walking by. "Is there any good restaurant around here?"
"Wait until you see it," Hawk assured her with a smile, "You'll love it there,"
Just a few minutes and their car was moving through by a small busy road. Then to Feather's surprise, it halted right sowhere in the middle of a series of small stores at the sidewalk.
"Were here my love," Hawk's eyes brightened with excitent, and seeing where they were, Feather almost didn't want to step out of the car. However, Hawk's expression was so legit and she just didn't want to spoil the mood.
"What is this place?" Feather asked, really confused as she could not tell what these small stores were for.
"Ran houses," Hawk announced, "The best in the city,"
"President Hawk are you sure we are going to eat here?" She wanted to run right then as they stepped in. The place for her was not just unclassy, it was super tight and there was no air conditioner.
"Yes, my love. They don't only serve the best ran in the city here. They also serve your favorite." Hawk dragged Feather and had her seat in one of the tables in the side corner. Then he turned into the counter where a fat old man was standing warmly and relayed, "Two rans and soup number four please,"
Feather felt like any mont right then she would be robbed. She looked around and was disgusted to see commoners sitting with her in the sa restaurant and worse she's just a few inches away from their tables. This was probably the worst day of her life and she couldn't believe that such a day would happen when Hawk-the youngest billionaire in the country who every elite woman was dreaming for-was with her.
In just a second Hawk sat across Feather with a smile that could fade everyone's fears away, everyone but not Feather's current fears. She faked a smile in response and hoped their lunch would just end right away because, with all honesty, she doesn't think she can endure it anymore. She just wished right then that when Hawk asked her to go ho, she just obediently said yes. Will all her days as Hawk's wife be spent like this? God, she needed to find a way for Hawk to stop torturing her like this.
"Here you go madam, sire," A young server brought their order on the table, "Two ran and a soup number four,"
"Thank you," Hawk thanked him and pushed what the server called soup number four in front of Feather. "Here my love, you're favorite. This, tops above all recipe that any fabulous restaurants serve,"
"Really?" Feather was hesitant and Hawk laughed at her expression as he thought she was only kidding as she usually does.
"Well, at least that's what you said to ," He reminded her. Then as fast as he answered, he grabbed the pepper that was ready on the table and put so to Feather's bowl, "Taste it first and tell if the amount of pepper is right,"
"This one?" Feather confird pointing to her bowl, "You want to have a taste?"
Hawk of course did not answer and only smiled, fixating his gaze on his fiancee as he waited for her to have a taste and announced her verdict of how the soup tastes. Feather could tell by the way that Hawk was looking at her that he was expecting for her to drink the soup and whatever was in that strange bow.
Not wanting to disappoint the expectant Hawk, Feather grabbed a spoon and tasted the soup and the warmth of the broth ran through her throat soothing her dry mouth. Luckily the soup tasted great and the aroma of it was addicting.
"Not bad at all," Feather announced, thankful that the soup didn't taste shit. She used her spoon to get so of those at-like things in there to have a taste. "It's actually good, what's the na of this soap again ?"
"They call it in here soup number four," Hawk whispered to her, "But you know this is similar to that what Mr. Wong sell in the Sorset Village," Then naughtily Hawk winked to her, "Cow's balls and intestines, your favorite,"
Feather's eyes bulged out in an instant with the revelation and before she even knew it, her stomach turned and she vomited. Hard.
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