Chapter 391 What's it to you?
Dalton wore a polite smile, his voice as smooth as silk. "I assure you, I harbor no ulterior motives. I simply desired a meeting. Nothing more, nothing less. Please, don't view me in such a negative light. Not everything has a hidden agenda."
Mia's retort was sharp and biting, her words laced with a fiery edge. "Having your own son threaten my daughter-in-law, then claiming innocence, Mr. Bennett? We are not children, nor are we fools. Spare us your feigned ignorance."
Ava, taken aback by Mia's forthrightness, watched the exchange with wide eyes.
"Mia," she turned her head towards Ava, her voice softening, "would you mind selecting some seafood? Only the freshest will do."
"Of course," Ava rose from her seat, her gaze shifting between the two. "I'll leave you two to talk."
It was clear that a private conversation was about to unfold.
"Right this way, madam," a waiter guided Ava towards the seafood section, where an array of live sea creatures awaited selection and preparation.
Once Ava was out of sight, Dalton's polite facade crumbled.
Mia's gaze hardened, her voice icy. "What are you playing at, Dalton? Do you find amusement in such games?"
Dalton's response was a soft chuckle, his elbow propped on the table as he leaned forward. "Indeed, I do find it amusing. But more than that, I enjoy seeing that fiery anger in your eyes. Just like old times."
Time had been kind to Mia, leaving her face untouched by the ravages of age. Her allure had only grown, a potent charm that younger men could not hope to match.
Mia's laugh was cold and mocking. "Is that so? It seems your life is quite dull, Mr. Bennett. To find amusement in such twisted games..."
Dalton sighed, a note of melancholy in his voice. "Yes, it is rather dull. The nights are long and unending. Perhaps Miss Mia could suggest a way to make them more interesting?"
His foot brushed lightly against Mia's leg.
Mia remained still, her face calm, though she was tempted to douse him with a glass of water. "Dalton, control yourself. At your age, you should know better. This behavior makes you look like a lecherous old man."
Dalton's eyes narrowed at Mia's emotionless face, a flicker of displeasure crossing his features. He straightened up, leaning back in his chair. "Let's discuss your husband. Have you reconciled with him?"
Mia's smile was faint, her voice soft. "We reconciled a long time ago. Things are wonderful."
"Is that so?" Dalton's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You're one of those women who reconcile with their scumbag husbands. There's a term for it, isn't there? Scumbag men with despicable women, right?"
A hint of stiffness crept into Mia's expression.
"Dalton, don't misuse a term you've just learned to judge others' personal choices. I find it rather low-class to point fingers at others' decisions. It's narrow-minded, typical of lowly beings. And you, a man of wealth, have you not betrayed your own wife?"
The world was full of people quick to criticize others, yet blind to their own flaws.
Did they have the right to judge?
Dalton tugged at his tie, a wave of agitation washing over him. "You certainly know how to rile me up. Fine, let's talk about your son, Alexander. I wasn't aware he was married."
Mia's smile was faint, her response gentle. "And what, pray tell, does that have to do with you?"
