Chapter 53 Fiorello Hit the Roof
Maggie felt a sudden urge to pinch Fiorello's cheek, he was just too adorable.
And she did just that.
When she pinched Fiorello's cheek, even she was shocked.
Fiorello had not expected Maggie to pinch his face, and he was equally stunned.
Their eyes locked, and time seemed to stand still.
She stared at his handsome face, his sensual thin lips, feeling a dryness in her throat, almost... longing for a kiss.
"The food is here."
Thankfully, the server's arrival with the dishes helped Maggie to suppress her impulse.
Otherwise, it could have been a moment of regret for ages.
Maggie withdrew her hand, sitting like nothing had happened, just like a well-behaved child.
The dishes were served one by one, and they both ate in silence until the server left. Fiorello touched his cheek where Maggie had pinched it, regained his composure and said, "Let's eat, or we'll miss the movie."
"Uh-huh," Maggie nodded and started eating with a focus and intensity known only to those with a voracious appetite.
Fiorello was attentive, occasionally serving Maggie more food throughout the meal until she burped from fullness.
After finishing an entire bowl of dessert, she found herself rubbing her bloated stomach.
As they descended the stairs, Maggie leaned on Fiorello for support.
Noticing her discomfort, Fiorello gently chided her with a smile, "Next time, don't eat like that. It's okay to leave some food behind. Don't make yourself sick."
The meal had been lavish and delicious, and Maggie, hating to waste and unable to control her appetite, ate more than she should have.
Maggie laughed, "It's not a big deal. Once, I went to a buffet with Dulcinea and we ate for three hours straight. I had to lean on the wall to walk out. However, my digestion is great. I'll feel better soon."
"There's twenty minutes before the movie starts. How about a walk around the plaza to help digest?" Fiorello offered.
The theater was next to the restaurant, so there was no need to drive.
"Sure," Maggie agreed, still massaging her stomach. Handing her shoulder bag over to Fiorello, she walked more comfortably as he, the billionaire CEO, turned into a bag carrier.
Fiorello's smile deepened as he went to pay the bill at the cashier.
Maggie went out first, wanting some fresh air. She had just stepped outside when she saw the last person she wanted to encounter.
A few yards away, Samwise stood chatting with a group of middle-aged men, looking quite happy.
Samwise was also dining at the restaurant and had just finished seeing off his clients.
His law firm was new and lacking major contracts, and recently, it seemed to attract an array of problems that overwhelmed him.
Standing at the top of the steps, Maggie caught Samwise's eye when he turned his head. His expression froze for a moment before he went back to his conversation.
One by one, the clients left in their cars. Once the last one was gone, Samwise approached Maggie.
"It's quite the coincidence, running into you in such a big city. You told me not to bother you, but now it seems you're playing hard to get," he said, mistaking her presence for a deliberate act, his confidence boosted.
Since the day he found out that Maggie dropped out of school for reasons other than the official story, the fairy-like image Samwise held of her crumbled.
To Samwise, Maggie was nothing but a slut, someone disloyal in relationships.
He had foolishly pined for Maggie for so many years, and the anger from feeling deceived made him resort to sarcastic remarks whenever he saw her.
Maggie faced him with a cold expression and shot back, "This street isn't owned by your family. Don't flatter yourself."
Samwise's attitude was bad, so naturally, Maggie didn't treat him with any warmth either.
"Maggie, still playing tough to this point," Samwise sneered. "You've overplayed hard-to-get, and now it's backfired. I still have some old feelings for you."
"Samwise, every word you say is disgusting," she replied.
Maggie didn't want to waste words with Samwise and headed down the stairs in another direction.
Samwise moved forward to grab Maggie, but before he could touch her, he was pulled away by a force.
Fiorello stood there, stern, shielding Maggie with one arm and warning Samwise, "Please stay away from my wife."
Samwise only then realized that Maggie had come with Fiorello.
An ordinary worker was threatening him, and Samwise, humiliated and enraged, scoffed, "How much do you know about your so-called wife? Do you know why she dropped out of college or about her playing the field back then? How many times has she been passed around? Playing the savior when you're just picking up someone else's mess, that's truly laughable—"
"Bang!"
Fiorello's fist swung out, and Samwise was knocked to the ground, bleeding from his mouth, one tooth flung loose.
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