The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar! Chapter 285: The Hot Pot Restaurant in the Deep Alley

Maya Monroe understood from his words that it ant he had prepared other plans.

The person coming to pick them up was still Vincent Sumrs, and before getting into the car, Maya Monroe saw him winking at Ian Rowe.

She roughly understood where Ian Rowe learned his thod from.

At the sa ti, she found it sowhat amusing—Vincent Sumrs was also a straightforward man, so what could they possibly have to exchange and learn from each other?

Maya Monroe got into the car first, and during the brief mont, Vincent Sumrs couldn’t help but ask Ian Rowe, his tone filled with excitent and pride, "Ian, how was it? My thod worked, didn’t it? Let tell you, that’s how it’s done in TV dramas; that’s romance! The al you cooked was really unnecessary; you should’ve just hired a Michelin chef instead!"

"Joel Quinn’s way was just useless; you should’ve listened to ! I’ll say it: roses and candles are tiless, eternal classics!"

Vincent Sumrs couldn’t help but beam with pride, asking for confirmation, "Ian, just tell honestly, did Maya Monroe get moved to tears? Ah, what a pity I wasn’t there; I would’ve loved to see the scene of a tiger shedding tears..."

"Not bad," Ian Rowe said in a relaxed tone, his mood quite good, his voice slightly elevated.

Vincent Sumrs instantly understood what it ant and chuckled, "So, Ian, about that raise you ntioned earlier... It’s not like I absolutely need it, but you know what they say, ’A gentleman’s word is his bond...’"

Ian Rowe gave him a sidelong glance, having already seen through his intentions, "You won’t miss out, just get in the car."

Vincent Sumrs eagerly agreed and quickly got into the car.

Ian Rowe sat next to Maya Monroe and placed his hand over hers, slightly curled. When he saw she didn’t resist, he gradually tightened his grip.

Maya Monroe closed her eyes slightly, breathing steadily, but her mind was exceptionally clear.

For example, she could sll the sandalwood scent coming from beside her, and she could feel the searing warmth from his fingertips spreading upward along her skin.

Having heightened senses didn’t seem like a good thing after all; Maya Monroe tried her best to ignore these sensations but ultimately declared failure. She urged herself to sleep to escape the dilemma in front of her, yet her mind still echoed with the mory of that beautifully detailed cake, the shining candle in the daylight, and those dazzling roses...

It was like an absurd and intoxicating dream, hard to expel from her mind.

anwhile, Vincent Sumrs in the front kept on chattering, from analyzing buildings to discussing coffee from a particular store, annoyingly loud...

Maya Monroe opened her eyes, "Stop mumbling."

Vincent Sumrs paused and saw Maya Monroe’s impatient face in the rearview mirror. He thought for a while and swallowed his complaint.

Now he understood that offending Maya Monroe was akin to offending Ian Rowe, and offending Ian Rowe wouldn’t bring any good. If he wanted a promotion and a raise, he’d better read the situation and flatter the right people.

In fact, even without considering Ian Rowe, Maya Monroe wasn’t soone easy to deal with either; offending her wouldn’t yield any good results.

Vincent Sumrs grunted but didn’t speak again.

Ian Rowe observed everything silently. His plans to spend alone ti with Maya Monroe were always disrupted by Vincent Sumrs’ loudmouth.

Spending ti alone with her was the best scenario.

Finally, the car stopped in front of a shopping mall, and Ian Rowe held her hand as he got out of the car.

"I’ve thought about it for a long ti; it seems I’ve never properly gone shopping with you, and that’s my mistake. We have a lot of ti today, and whatever you want to do, I’ll accompany you."

Ian Rowe had thought long and hard about what to give Maya Monroe for her birthday. Jewelry, clothes—all were rejected in the end. Perfus and bags wouldn’t interest her either as she was never interested in those things.

Just preparing a cake and al wasn’t enough; Ian Rowe eventually ca up with this idea. Whatever Maya Monroe wanted, he would give her, and he would accompany her to try anything.

Maya Monroe’s eyes lit up slightly, "I can do anything I want?"

He nodded.

"So, if I want hotpot and barbecue, that’s okay too?"

Ian Rowe hesitated for a mont but still nodded.

Maya Monroe excitedly took Ian Rowe’s arm, "Then let’s not stay at this mall; let’s go to a hotpot restaurant. I know a place that tastes really good, especially with its extrely spicy option..."

Maya Monroe ntioned a hotpot spot located in a little alley, not in a bustling area, and it took quite a bit of effort with twists and turns to get there.

Once they arrived, Vincent Sumrs left without looking back; he didn’t particularly like hotpot and was equally indifferent to being a third wheel during romantic dinners.

"Here it is, let’s go inside and take a look!"

The last ti, Serena Sawyer had brought her here, and just one visit was enough for Maya Monroe to rember the authentic taste.

Maya Monroe pulled Ian Rowe by the hand inside, her eyes filled with excitent.

Ian Rowe’s gaze lingered on their clasped hands, and he said nothing, letting Maya Monroe lead him forward.

As soon as they entered, the pungent spicy aroma hit them.

Ian Rowe had never been to such a place before; the shop wasn’t big, with tables lined one after another, bustling with noise. The loud chatter was unrestrained, forming a dense crowd.

Maya Monroe walked familiarly to the counter to reserve a private room.

Ian Rowe, with his outstanding appearance and rare grace and elegance, looked like a picturesque scene just standing there, making it hard to avert one’s gaze.

Despite his cold deanor, his allure attracted quite a few people asking for his contact information.

Ian Rowe politely declined, holding Maya Monroe’s hand, making the diamond ring on his ring finger even more prominent.

Their matching rings were obviously a couple’s set, and their striking figures made them appear perfect for each other. The surrounding crowd soon dispersed.

After booking a room, a staff mber ca over to guide them upstairs.

Maya Monroe adjusted her mask, teasing, "Didn’t expect you’d be quite popular."

Ian Rowe unconsciously tightened his grip on her hand, giving her a sidelong glance, "Why do I sense you’re a bit gloating?"

His tone was deeper than usual, carrying a hint of danger.

Maya Monroe quickly put away her smile, "That’s not what I ant; how could you think that of ..."

Ian Rowe glanced around the room, which wasn’t elegantly decorated but was clean enough.

The serving speed was fast, and the staff was courteous.

The hotpot was bubbling, the spicy aroma filling the air. Ian Rowe took out a handkerchief to cough lightly, the steam reddening his beautiful eyes.

He moved back a bit, distancing himself from the hotpot.

Maya Monroe was busy adding food to the pot, not forgetting to add so for Ian Rowe, "This is a divided pot; you can have the clear broth side."

Her cheeks were also flushed, the fair skin showing a hint of red, her eyes misty, but her expression was very excited.