My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul

However, Joe hadn’t been part of the plan at all, and neither Skylar nor Paul had noticed.

Nearby diners were whispering about how perfect Skylar and Paul looked together, mistaking them for a couple.

Joe arrived just in time to catch the scene and hear the comments. His eyes turned colder than a Jipsburg winter.

Paul felt a chill down his spine and was about to ask the restaurant to adjust the air conditioning when he saw Joe.

Was Joe the one giving him that icy glare?

“M–Mr. Martin…” Paul stammered. Had he done something wrong? He had made sure that Skylar had a fantastic day.

Upon hearing Paul’s greeting, Skylar immediately looked up to see Joe. His expression was stern and cold, which was typical for him.

The restaurant was cramped, crowded, and noisy. Skylar figured it must have made Joe uncomfortable.

“Have you eaten?” she asked,

Joe walked over and sat beside Skylar, but his demeanor was slightly tense. “No.”

Paul sensed the tension and quickly said, “1… I just remembered I have some work to finish. Mr. Martin, I’ll skip dinner and head back to the hotel now.”

Paul didn’t want to risk indigestion from the overwhelming tension. Judging by the murderous look Joe had given him earlier, he was clearly in a foul mood.

Paul was practically tingling with anxiety.

“Okay,” Joe agreed.

With that, Paul swiftly made his exit, not wanting to be the third wheel or face Joe’s wrath any longer. From NôvelDrama.Org.

Skylar couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Paul scurrying away. Was Joe really that intimidating?

“Did you have fun today?” Joe asked.

“Yes, a lot! Mr. Ziegler did an awesome job planning, and we took so many photos, Skylar said between bites. She was famished after a long day of activities.

Joe glanced at the dishes on the table. They appeared plain and unremarkable, but Skylar seemed to enjoy them.

It seemed like Paul knew her taste well. Joe pursed his lips thoughtfully.

“The chicken is really tender. You should try it,” Skylar said. She noticed that Joe hadn’t eaten much and recommended her favorite dish of the evening.

Some of the iciness in Joe’s demeanor melted away as he picked up his cutlery and took a bite. The flavor was decent.

“I’m not very hungry. You go ahead and eat. I’ll wait for you.”

Skylar nodded and resumed eating. Joe seemed a bit off today.

She glanced at the modestly presented dishes. They tasted surprisingly good, even if they weren’t

something she’d craved every day.

While Skylar enjoyed her meal, Joe picked up the camera Paul had left behind and started scrolling through the photos.

Seeing how Skylar looked radiant–almost like a fairy in the pictures–softened his expression. However, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth in contemplation.