Chapter 288 It's Better to Call Him Dad
Melissa couldn't bear to see Kristina get treated unfairly. She snorted. "Kristina, I'll handle them tomorrow. Eula's days are numbered."
Kristina felt a bit better hearing Melissa's promise. She was determined to make them pay double for the humiliation she'd suffered tonight.
After dancing with Judson, Eula felt hungry. "Judson, let's grab something to eat!" she said.
Judson smiled, pulled her close, and patted her head. "Sure, what do you want?"
She knew Judson didn't like cold buffet food, but Hugo had mentioned a restaurant in the buffet area where they could order anything.
Eula thought for a moment. "Isn't there a buffet?"
She decided to try a bit of everything since she wasn't picky.
They walked to the dining area, and Judson opened a door to a small restaurant inside.
Eula was surprised. "Wait, this hotel is yours? And they have a private restaurant just for you? That's amazing," she muttered.
Judson found her adorable. "This is the Pitts family's hotel, not the Nash family's. But with my relationship with Hugo, I get special privileges."
Eula nodded. Judson and Hugo were closer than real brothers.
Judson pulled out a chair for her. Eula sat down, took off her mask, and placed it on the table. She drank a big gulp of water, feeling thirsty after the wine earlier.
Judson also took off his mask, and a waiter came over. "Mr. Nash, what would you like to eat?"
Judson handed the menu to Eula. "Sweetie, pick what you want."
Eula saw dishes like caviar, wagyu beef, foie gras, and Beluga caviar. Everything looked delicious. She looked at Judson. "You choose, I'm good with anything!"
Judson, allergic to seafood but always peeling shrimp for her, ordered thoughtfully. "We'll have the caviar, steak, foie gras, Beluga caviar, and a salad."
Eula noticed he ordered exactly what she was craving. She wondered if he could read her mind but didn't say it out loud. Maybe these were just the house specialties.
While waiting, Eula drank a large glass of water. Judson frowned. "Easy there, save some room for food."
He was treating her like a child, and Eula felt he was like her, managing her three kids.
Eula cupped her face, resting her chin in her hands. "Judson, should I start calling you mom?"
Judson smiled faintly, his Adam's apple moving. "Call me Daddy. I'd prefer that."
After all, he was a man and her future children's dad. It made sense.
Eula rolled her eyes. "No way. You didn't get it. I meant you manage me like a child."
Judson held her hand and gently rubbed it. "Sweetie, I'm serious. How about calling me that in bed from now on?" he asked.
