The car stopped at the door of the Michael restaurant, and Ira opened the door. "It's a breezy day outside. Please stay warm, Madam."
"Thank you," I said with a chuckle.
"You care?" Donald sneered.
IRA lowered his head immediately.
"Go aside and don't affect our dating."
"Donald, IRA is for my good." I grimaced and spoke for IRA.
"I merely told him to get in the car,"
"Doesn't he have to eat?"
Donald became tense all of a sudden. "Do you like him?"
I was on the verge of passing out. "How could it be!"
"Do you have feelings for him?"
"All I ask is that you treat him well and aren't too harsh."
"If you treat me better." He took my hand in his and continued walking.
Looking at the back of IRA silently getting in the car, I suddenly feel that having such subordinates around is definitely a great blessing in life.
"Are you still looking at him?" Donald put his hand in front of my face, blocking my view. "Don't glance back; look at me, look at the front,."
"Welcome," numerous waiters bowed respectfully as I walked five or six paces.
Donald had placed an order a long time ago. The waiter brought plates up to the table, almost completely filling it.
"I want soup." As if he were a child, he asked.
"Can't you do it yourself?"
Regardless, I took his bowl, scooped some for him, and delivered it to him.
"How come you don't feed me?"
"Are you three years old?"
"I need more care than a child." "If I don't have enough to eat, you'll have to feed m with others tonight,"
I could understand what he was saying. I had to take a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth. I don't know why, but seeing him drink calmly filled my heart, like if I had been gratified in some way.
"This soup is their specialty. Give it a go." In addition, he scooped a bowl for me.
Donald approached me, grabbed up the spoon, and scooped it immediately from my bowl as I was about to begin.
"How thirsty?" Have you just completed a bowl of soup and now want to drink mine?
"Are you willing to eat such delectable soup on your own?"
"If you want to drink more, order another one. Why do you drink mine?"
I had just finished scooping a spoonful of soup and was about to take a bite. Donald unexpectedly swallowed the soup straight off my spoonful.
"Donald, if you do this again, I'm not going to eat."
"Others eat in this manner. Is there a problem?" His gaze was drawn to a nearby table.
Following his line of sight, I came across a pair. They had to feed each other with spoons, kiss passionately, exchange the food in their mouths, and then look at each other warmly while eating.
"That's exactly how they eat," Donald smiled with his lips curved.
"Can you change a topic?"
The server served roasted Camembert cheese, white wine, and French dry fried flatfish... And the table was quickly full.
"Should we put it into practice?" Donald took the fish from the table and offered to swap the meat on the chopsticks with me. I ate it without listening to his "conversation."
"This isn't the case. You didn't get it right away?"
"You're so bored, Donald. Besides, the food is cold."
"So you're going to heat it up for me?"
"What do you mean?"
Donald shoved the meat from the chopsticks into my mouth with force, then dropped his head and kissed my lips. He sucked the food from my mouth into his mouth and ate it happily . "Trista, the temperature is right and the taste is great, could you please assist me reheat it?"
"……"
I took his hand and walked out of the western restaurant after a dinner.
A man approached me holding a bouquet of flowers. His presence drew my attention. There must have been hundreds of roses.
"Do you like it?" Donald muttered as he noticed my eyes.
"I don't like it."
"Are you still staring at that man?"
I was speechless. "It's flowers, of course. I was thinking that he should present it to someone he cares really about, and his face would be beaming with joy. This is supposed to be pure love. He must be delighted with the girl he adores."
"I'll give it to you, too," he snorted.
Despite my protests, he hauled me into the local florist and demanded that "all the flowers for me."
The shopkeeper was initially startled. "The gentleman just bought 999 roses, and there isn't a single rose left in the store."
"I'm looking for 9999."
"Currently, the store is out of stock... I can book it for you if you need it... Three to five days . What do you think?"
"My young master wants it now." IRA a opened his pocketbook, and pulled out a large sum of money. "Start getting ready right immediately."
When the shopkeeper saw so many bills, he was pleased. "Yes, please hold your horses for a bit. It will be ready right away!"
Donald noticed a lovely Gesang flower. He snatched it off the floor and pinned it to my hair. In the entire florist, there were dozens of flowers. Donald believed it was inappropriate for me, so he modified it several times. He dressed me up totally as a doll.
"Donald, you've damaged the flowers !"
How much money would you lose if you select a large number of flowers?
"Pay, IRA."
In a nutshell, IRA quickly opened his wallet and handed dozens of banknotes.
Donald taunted me once more with a flower. "Would you like me to make you a wreath?"
I took a flower and teased his nose with it. "Why don't you make a big wreath for me," I said brightly as I noticed he had sneezed.
"Is your head that big?" He gave a frigid response.
"I'd like to hand it over to you. Isn't it true that not many people who have passed away have large wreaths?"
"You dare to curse me." Donald abruptly gripped and scratched me.
"Donald, you let go of me, it's itchy!"
"All right, sir!" A car arrived shortly after, bearing ten bouquets of brilliant roses.
"I'll do that myself," Donald said coldly as IRA was about to take it.
Donald piled one bundle on top of the other until he had two more in his arms. At his direction, Ira folded them. The bouquet obscured Donald's chin, showing the upper part of his attractive face.
"Take me, Trista, but don't bump the pole."
"You should be concerned about yourself. By piling flowers so high, can you see the way?"
"I can't see anything. You are the one who is leading me." Donald said coquettishly.
"You're holding flowers in your hands. I'm not sure where I'll be able to snatch."
"The clothing's corners are fine."
I snatched his clothers coners. "Take care."
All of the passers-by stared at us with interest.
"Wow, there are a lot of roses. Are they intended for that lady? It's very lovely!"
"Give generously; that woman is ecstatic."
"Doesn't he seem to adore her? A thousand dollars all at once!"
……
"Donald, should we take pictures of such a historic event as a souvenir?" I said as soon as I arrived on the car.
He sent me flowers for the first time. He folded them so high and held them in his palms. They appear to be quite cute.
"Do you want to shoot flowers or do you want to shoot me?"
"Of course!"
"Flowers."
"I knew you wanted to shoot me. It's an excuse to take pictures of flowers. I"
I find it amusing " Who wants to take picture of you? I'm sick of seeing you on a daily basis."
"Duplicity." He tossed the flowers to the side and lifted my chin. " you must be punished."
He kissed my lips, and the gentle contact washed away my reason.