Chapter 744
Lillian looked expectantly at the little robot, whose heart-shaped eyes actually twinkled.
In an incredibly cute yet firm manner, it refused.
"No, you only have one more chance to answer the question. Please respond."
Lillian was helpless.
Jackson leaned in slightly, "Is this question really that hard? I'm curious about the answer too."
Lillian was already embarrassed, and his close proximity made her even more flustered.
The little robot, however, couldn't wait and urged again.
"Did you forget the question? Let me remind you: in the dead of night, feeling lonely and empty…"
Lillian didn't want to hear such an awkward question again.
She also didn't want to be the person who got kicked out of a couple's restaurant for answering a weird question wrong.
She gritted her teeth and quickly interrupted the little robot, "I will! I will think of him."
"Wow, congratulations! You've been verified as a true couple. Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness together."
The little robot blinked its heart-shaped eyes, the screen flickered, and it switched to the ordering program.
Seeing the little robot finally quiet down, Lillian breathed a sigh of relief.
Her tense back relaxed, and she leaned back.
Unexpectedly, Jackson's long arm was lazily draped over the back of her chair.
As Lillian leaned back, she ended up directly in Jackson's arms.
She instinctively wanted to sit up straight, but his large hand had already landed on her shoulder, completely embracing her.
Lillian stiffened slightly, but Jackson leaned in with a smile and whispered in her ear.
"It's just a question, why are you blushing?"
Was she blushing?
Lillian moved her fingers but quickly steadied herself.
Touching her face would only make it more obvious. If she stayed calm, he wouldn't see her nervousness.
"It's because you picked such an inappropriate restaurant!"
Jackson looked at Lillian's lowered eyelashes, her forced calmness, and her reluctance to meet his gaze, and his thin lips curved into a pleased smile.
"Terry booked it. I'll have a word with him later."
Lillian believed him and immediately looked at Jackson, "That's not necessary."
Terry had it tough too.
Seeing her concern for Terry, which seemed greater than for him, Jackson's brows furrowed slightly.
"But he booked a weird restaurant, making you embarrassed and uncomfortable."
Sitting in the car in the parking lot, ready to assist at any moment, Terry suddenly felt like crying.
The restaurant was chosen by Jackson, and its unique feature was the ordering process.
Even the little robot's questions were part of a customized service.
Terry had no idea what questions Jackson had set up.
"I told you, I wasn't embarrassed! Or shy!"
Lillian was both angry and embarrassed, and Jackson nodded.
"Alright, not embarrassed is good, because you really don't need to be. When you think of me in the dead of night, I'm definitely thinking of you too. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me."
Lillian's ears burned, feeling that Jackson had really changed.
It used to be hard to get a kind word out of Jackson, but now he was effortlessly spouting sweet nothings.
It was overwhelming.
"Let's order quickly before this little robot causes more trouble!"
Lillian leaned forward, using the act of ordering to subtly distance herself from Jackson, moving a bit to the side.
Fortunately, although ordering was difficult, there were no more strange processes afterward.
The restaurant served food quickly, the dishes were exquisite, and the taste was quite good.
However, when a beautifully dressed waitress brought over the boiled shrimp, she smiled and said, "Madam, Sir, our restaurant has a shrimp peeling activity. Would you like to participate? There's a surprise for the winner."
Lillian already had a slight aversion to this restaurant and just wanted to finish eating and discuss business.
She waved her hand, about to refuse, but Jackson had already put down his utensils and asked, "Tell me more."
"This shrimp peeling activity requires the gentleman to peel for the lady. We'll take photos of the peeled shrimp and post them on our restaurant's official website for voting. The one with the most votes within three days wins a grand prize.
"Just for participating, we'll also prepare a small gift for your girlfriend. Sir, our grand prize is very exquisite, and your girlfriend will definitely like it. Would you like to challenge it for your girlfriend?"
The waitress explained and looked expectantly at Jackson.
Such a handsome, extraordinary man, even if she could never have him peel shrimp for her, watching him peel for his girlfriend was a pleasure.
"We don't need…"
Lillian's words were cut off by Jackson.
"Who said we don't need it? The restaurant business is tough; don't discourage their enthusiasm for hosting events."
Jackson said to Lillian and then instructed the waitress.
"Please prepare two more pairs of disposable gloves for me."
Jackson started to unbuckle his watch, looking like he was ready to get serious.
"Alright, Sir." The waitress smiled and quickly made arrangements.
Lillian was helpless.
After that, Jackson barely ate, busy peeling shrimp instead.
Jackson's shrimp peeling was elegant and unhurried, not messy at all. He placed the shrimp heads and shells neatly on a clean plate.
He peeled very carefully, determined to remove the shell from each shrimp perfectly. Finally, he arranged the peeled shrimp into a heart shape and pushed the plate in front of Lillian.
"Miss, your boyfriend really loves you. Not many men have the patience to peel a whole plate of shrimp for their girlfriend, and his skill shows it's not his first time. You're so lucky to have such a perfect and loving partner."
The waitress took a photo and praised Jackson to Lillian with starry eyes.
Lillian suspected Jackson had secretly tipped her.
But Lillian didn't expect Jackson to be so skilled at peeling shrimp.
Back at the Frane Mansion, he wasn't very adept at it, and the peeled shrimp weren't as perfect.
The plate of shrimp in front of Lillian now was plump, complete, and looked very appetizing.
Could Jackson have secretly practiced?
Lillian thought about it and quickly dismissed the absurd idea.
How could that be? Jackson was so busy; why would he practice this?
Little did she know, Jackson had indeed practiced secretly.
Because Mike said that to win Lillian back, he had to put in the effort behind the scenes and impress her with his skills at unexpected moments.
"Try it and see if it's good."
Jackson removed the disposable gloves and wiped his hands with a hot towel.
Seeing Lillian staring blankly at the plate of shrimp, he picked one up and brought it to her lips.
Lillian unconsciously opened her lips and bit down with her teeth, chewing under Jackson's attentive gaze.
"It's delicious. You should eat too; I can't finish all this by myself."
The waitress standing by smiled and said, "Miss, maybe you could feed your lover to encourage him."
Jackson immediately looked expectant.
Lillian was helpless.
Now she understood why the restaurant's little robot was called Cupid. Not only that, all of the staff were matchmakers.
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