Chapter 468 Two-Thirds of a Goddess
Arabella held the menu but didn't even glance at it. Instead, she looked at the table between them. "Hey, Mr. Kingsley, let's change seats."
Quinn let out an annoyed sigh. "Why? What's wrong with our seats?"
Arabella glanced around. "That spot over there looks better."
Quinn squinted. "We're just here to eat. Does it really matter where we sit? Are you serious?"
Arabella pouted and then said seriously, "You don't get it. My gut's telling me this spot isn't good. If we stay here, something bad might happen..."
"Unbelievable! I've never met anyone as ridiculous as you! Fine, let's change seats and be done with it."
Quinn regretted it now. How could he have been so naive to think that just because Arabella had badmouthed Lawrence, she had turned over a new leaf? Quinn was so ignorant!
Arabella was a total mess!
Arabella smiled. "Thanks!"
As for the seat change, Arabella had made it up. She just wanted a bigger table. The current one didn't meet her needs.
They moved from the window seat to a spot in the eastern part of the dining area. Arabella stretched comfortably. "Alright, this spot is perfect."
Quinn leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, feeling a headache coming on from her antics. "Fine, we've changed seats. Now order, eat, and let's get out of here."
Arabella smiled. "Mr. Kingsley, it's my first time eating at a place like this. But I've seen on TV that high-end food should be eaten slowly. I even watched a video on dining etiquette before coming here. It's my first time practicing, so don't rush me."
Quinn snapped, "From now on, keep your mouth shut!"
Arabella nodded, very cooperative. "Alright, I'll order then."
She asked, "Can I eat anything on the menu?"
Quinn wanted to pretend he didn't know this absurd woman and barely acknowledged her with a grunt.
"Great!" She called over the waiter and tapped the menu. "Waiter, bring one of everything on the menu."
Quinn silently lifted his head, his eyes twitching, and raised an eyebrow. "One of everything?"
"Yeah! I want to try everything. How else will I know what's good?" Arabella smirked.
The waiter was also stunned, looking at Arabella and then at their VIP guest, Quinn. He swallowed and smiled. "Mr. Kingsley, how many people are dining?"
Arabella held up two fingers. "Two."
"For two people, there are over two hundred dishes. Are you sure..."
Quinn rubbed his forehead. "Do as she says."
The waiter looked at Arabella, whose outfit couldn't even afford one dish here, like she was a creature from another planet. "Alright, please wait a moment."
Arabella adjusted her glasses. "Thank you."
Quinn observed Arabella, his fingers tapping the table. "Well, Arabella, you've really expanded my understanding of women."
Arabella propped her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her hand. "Don't flatter me, Mr. Kingsley. I never expected you to see me as a woman. You're a rich heir, and I'm just a girl from the countryside. Or wait, Mr. Kingsley, could it be that you feeling to me? According to TV dramas, rich heirs like you love to hook up with ordinary girls."
"In your dreams! I'm not blind!" Quinn was furious.She was unbelievable!
Arabella nodded, suddenly relieved. "That's good. I was really worried you'd fall for me."
"You're nuts!"
They hadn't even started eating, and Quinn had already mentally cursed Arabella countless times. How could Brooklyn have chosen her as an assistant?
The salads arrived quickly, one after another, over twenty different kinds, taking up half the large table.
Arabella looked at the leafy dishes and picked at them. "Mr. Kingsley, are we here to eat or graze? This is just a bunch of mixed greens. We're here to eat, not to feed sheep."
Quinn remained silent, rubbing his forehead and taking a deep breath, telling himself not to stoop to Arabella's level. "These are vegetable salads, not weeds, okay?"
Arabella pouted. "What's the difference? The main ingredients are the same."
"Damn it! You and Brooklyn have the same main ingredients too. Brooklyn is a goddess, and you... you're just a crazy woman!"
Arabella chuckled. "That's not bad. At least I'm two-thirds similar to my idol."
Quinn was speechless. "Fuck! How can someone like you exist? Eat! Maybe all this food will finally shut you up!"
Arabella clearly had no interest in the salads. She turned to the waiter. "Forget it, take these away. Tell the other diners that Mr. Kingsley is treating everyone to salad!"
Quinn's lips twitched into a cold smile. "Using the same trick twice? You're something else."
Arabella signaled the waiter to clear the plates and then looked steadily at Quinn. "The first time was practice. The second time, I'm more familiar. There will be more opportunities in the future. Mr. Kingsley, you can afford it, right?"
Quinn pulled out his phone, pretending not to hear anything.
He treated Arabella like she was invisible, or else he'd be driven mad.
The appetizers were cleared, and the main courses arrived: steaks, foie gras, caviar... the table quickly filled up.
Arabella gripped her knife and fork. "Now this is real food. Don't be shy, dig in."
The large table was covered with dishes, one after another, like a food festival.
Soon, the other diners' attention was drawn to the largest table. Quinn was rarely seen in the media, so few recognized him, and he didn't become the center of attention.
Instead, Arabella across from him caught everyone's eye! They exclaimed.
"Oh my gosh, that girl is so lucky! Her boyfriend is spoiling her like this?"
"So envious! I've never seen a boyfriend treat his girlfriend to a meal like this! It's like a princess treatment! Wow!"
"And that guy is so handsome! I'm dying of jealousy!"
"How lucky is she? To look like that and still get such a handsome and generous boyfriend! I'm so jealous!"
"He looks like a TV drama lead! My heart is melting!"
The restaurant buzzed with chatter, envy, and sarcasm. But the consensus was clear: they thought Arabella and Quinn were a couple!
Arabella's eyes sparkled. "Damn it! Do these people have any taste?"
Quinn snorted. "At least they have good judgment. As for you, I really don't care."
Arabella's eyes gleamed with a hint of cleverness behind her black-rimmed glasses. She twirled her fork skillfully. "Mr. Quinn Kingsley, it seems your fame doesn't match Mr. Sebastian Kingsley's. If it were him here, the whole restaurant would be buzzing, with people asking for autographs and photos."
Quinn laughed. "You don't know Sebastian. If he were here, the restaurant would be silent because he usually books the whole place."
Arabella almost bit her tongue. "Oh, I see. So you're not even in the same league as Mr. Sebastian Kingsley. No wonder my idol married him. I'm curious to see what kind of wife you'll end up with."
"Shut up!" Quinn was angry.
However, Arabella didn't stop teasing, "But no matter who you marry, if you ever get sick, you're welcome at Aucester Hospital! Don't hesitate."
"Arabella, can you speak in plain language?"
"Sorry, I really can't. What do you mean by plain language? Can you demonstrate? I'll learn quickly."
Quinn had only one thought left. "Arabella! We're leaving, now!"
Arabella gripped her knife and fork like weapons, her elbows resting on the tiny bit of space left on the table. "I haven't even started eating. Why leave? Let's finish first."
Quinn covered his forehead with one hand, blocking his eyes. "Do you have any self-respect? You're a medical student at Aucester Hospital, and you eat like this... it's embarrassing."
Arabella cut a large piece of steak and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing vigorously. Her cheeks bulged with the steak, and she mumbled, "Sorry, Mr. Kingsley, I'm poor. Taking advantage of your treat, shouldn't I eat more? The food here is insanely expensive. Don't be shy, eat up."
Quinn almost be crazy, "Damn it! I must have lost my mind to invite you to dinner."
Arabella devoured the food, her knife and fork moving from plate to plate. Forget dining etiquette; even at a street food stall, no one ate like this. "I agree. I don't like places like this either. Eating here makes me uncomfortable. So, Mr. Kingsley, let's keep our distance in the future. No more meals together."
Quinn's blue eyes burned with fire, glaring at Arabella across the table, as if he wanted to incinerate her. "So you mean you don't want to see me?"
Quinn prided himself on being surrounded by women all his life. This was the first time a woman wanted to avoid him. Arabella, of all people, wanted nothing to do with him?
He was not pleased. Extremely!
Arabella nodded, appreciating his understanding. "Exactly. Mr. Kingsley, you may be passably good-looking and generous, but I'm sorry, being around you makes me uncomfortable. I'm worried I won't digest this meal for three days."
"Stop playing hard to get. I've seen all kinds of women. This reverse psychology trick is unnecessary." Quinn sneered.
Arabella put down her knife and fork, the silverware clinking against the white porcelain plate. Her clear, disdainful laughter followed. "So, can I interpret Mr. Kingsley's actions as you trying to pursue me?"
"Absolutely not!"
Arabella wiped her hands and mouth. "Very well. Let's part ways and never see each other again."
"Fine!" Quinn's handsome face almost twisted in anger. She was driving him crazy!
Arabella stood up and called the waiter. "No need to bring the rest of the dishes. Share them with the other guests. This gentleman is treating!"
Quinn gritted his teeth. "You absurd woman."
Arabella couldn't be bothered to argue, striding out of the restaurant, leaving the lights and music behind. The fresh air and twinkling stars outside felt incredibly refreshing.
Quinn shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing at Arabella, who was gazing at the sky not far away.
He called out coldly, "Arabella!"
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