Chapter 1035 Jane Watkins, I'm giving you a choice
Jane glanced at Anthony twice and thoughtfully reminded him, "The front passenger seat isn't safe."
Generally speaking, the boss who paid the driver sat in the back seat.
"Just keep your eyes on the road, and I'll be fine." Anthony looked at the seatbelt and gestured to Jane, "Buckle me up, would you? It's a bit tough for me to turn around."
'I'm not only driving you around, but I gotta buckle you up too?!' Jane thought.
Jane felt a bit choked up but quickly put on a professional fake smile. She leaned over to buckle Anthony's seatbelt and said, "The customer is always right. I hope the money you pay me is worth me buckling your seatbelt!"
Anthony was not at all threatened by Jane's words.
Anthony's gaze fell on Jane, who was leaning over to buckle his seatbelt. Being so close, he could even see the tiny hairs on her delicate ears, which were as cute as her brash mouth.
With just a deep breath, Anthony could smell Jane's unique scent. "Jane," he called out.
"What now?" Jane straightened up and asked expressionlessly.
The moment Jane left that small space in front of him, Anthony felt an instant emptiness in his chest.
Not hearing Anthony continue speaking, Jane started the Maybach, turned on the car's navigation, and asked Anthony, "Where to?"
"Breakfast first." Anthony turned to Jane. "What's your craving?"
Jane squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could lash out at Anthony: You rouse me at the crack of dawn for breakfast out? Can't you just order room service and eat on your own? I don't want breakfast, I want sleep!
Perhaps Jane's emotions were too obvious, Anthony said, "Jane Watkins, studies show that people who sleep too much tend to get dumber."
"I haven't heard about getting dumber," Jane said with a forced smile, "But Anthony, it's common knowledge that lack of sleep can lead to insanity, and the insane can get away with murder. You're aware of that, aren't you?"
Anthony let a small smile play on his lips. He didn't argue about the murder issue and steered the conversation back. "Come on, what do you feel like eating?"
"Paykston's lobster rolls or seafood chowder."
These dishes were authentic only in Paykston.
Anthony knew that Jane's words meant she wanted to go back to Paykston, to leave.
"Pick another one," Anthony said good-naturedly.
Jane thought for a moment and said, "Fried chicken and waffles from Yew City."
Fried chicken and waffles were available in other cities besides Yew City. Anthony was about to have his bodyguard check for an authentic place when Jane said, "There's a century-old fried chicken and waffle place in Yew City that's really good."
"Alright, no need to check. Fae City doesn't have a century-old establishment," she added.
"You're picky," Anthony clicked his tongue and entered an address into the navigation, telling Jane to follow it.
The distance wasn't far, less than 7 miles.
When the Maybach parked steadily, Jane saw that the luxurious restaurant was actually a breakfast place.
This breakfast place was a high-end members-only establishment. When Jane got out of the car, the accompanying bodyguard had already taken out Anthony's wheelchair.
Jane and Anthony entered the restaurant, and a doorman took care of parking the car.
"You've made your choice bright and early, yet you still ask me to decide." Jane felt Anthony was getting more and more pretentious.
Anthony didn't see it that way. "I gave you the chance to choose, and you didn't cherish it."
She had just recklessly mentioned foods that were impossible to get.
A waitress saw Anthony in a wheelchair and thoughtfully came over, "Sir, do you need help with your wheelchair?"
"No need." Anthony refused. "My girlfriend would be upset."
The young waitress instantly understood Anthony's meaning and gave Jane a kind smile, apologizing. "Miss, I didn't mean anything by it."
Suddenly being called a girlfriend, Jane was stunned for a second. Realizing it, she smoothly told the waiter, "It's okay, I'm not his girlfriend. He's just my temporary favor-debtor."
Anthony looked at Jane with a puzzled expression.
Jane, with a forced smile, reminded Anthony, "Mr. Clark, get real, you don't have a girlfriend."
Anthony didn't want Jane to push him anymore. He droved his wheelchair forward automatically.
Jane felt Anthony was being particularly troublesome today and couldn't help but complain to the waiter. "See, a nearly $150,000 wheelchair isn't just for show. It can drive itself; he's just being difficult."
The waitress looked at Jane twice but didn't comment further. She thought to herself, 'Aren't you two just showing off your affection in public? This gentleman looks like a successful man nearing thirty, yet he's acting like a high school or college student. Even graduate students don't play like this anymore!'
Jane didn't particularly like this place, finding the food a bit too sweet, but she could eat it.
Jane ordered pizza, fried chicken, a burger, and grilled ribs.
Anthony added a milk and a sandwich to Jane's order.
Jane had a small appetite, and these dishes were more than enough for her and Anthony.
Before the food arrived, the waiter stood by the table, pouring water.
"Do you have milk tea here?" Jane asked.
Before she finished speaking, Anthony's gaze had already swept over, as if warning a willful, disobedient sister about to eat junk food.
"We do." the waiter felt Anthony's warning but couldn't lie to Jane, so he explained skillfully, "Sir, rest assured, we use the finest black tea and the best milk from natural pastures, where the cows are raised listening to symphonies. No artificial sweeteners, flavors, or non-dairy creamers are added. The milk is healthy, and the tea is excellent!"
Anthony chuckled lightly, as if to say, "Milk tea, how healthy can it be?"
Ten minutes later, the supposedly very healthy milk tea was served.
Jane took a sip but didn't take a second one, asking the waiter to replace it with freshly squeezed juice.
It turned out that artificial sweeteners and creamers were the soul of delicious milk tea.
Healthy milk tea didn't deserve to be called milk tea.
Anthony watched the whole process, and because of Jane's disdain for the healthy milk tea, a smile appeared in his eyes.
"Where to next?" Jane asked Anthony after swallowing a bite of her burger.
Anthony hadn't eaten much, mostly watching Jane eat. He said, "No rush, take your time."
Breakfast should be eaten slowly; it was a good way to pass the time.
However, Jane didn't have that patience.
She asked. "Are we going back after eating, or do you have other things to do?"
"Where do you want to go?" Anthony asked and then reminded, "Jane, I'm giving you the chance to choose, cherish it."
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