YM778.TV Chapter 473: 473: Is He That Pitiful?
Chapter 473: 473: Is He That Pitiful?
The roasted lamb rack was truly delectable without a hint of off-smell. Paired with a sprinkle of cumin it was simply divine, and Olivia Jenkins relished it thoroughly.
Seeing Olivia Jenkins tenderly lick the meat juices off her fingers, Benjamin Johnson felt she was incredibly endearing. He admired her authenticity; she wasn’t pretentious at all.
Only after she had finished the lamb rack in her hand, Olivia slowly replied, “It’s the lack of food that I’m more afraid will make me gain weight!”
Valerie Howard served Benjamin Johnson a piece of lamb rack, “Don’t be shy, we don’t even care about our image while eating.”
Benjamin Johnson’s smile deepened as he inwardly admired Olivia Jenkins and Valerie Howard’s vivacity. He thought Jay Bennett should not have withdrawn himself into solitude. If Jay had friends like them, he would probably be more optimistic, and would perhaps quit overthinking.
Benjamin Johnson began to eat the roasted lamb rack heartily and immediately heaped praises upon it, “It’s really tasty! Knowing you guys has indeed been rewarding. This satisfaction is suffice for a lifetime!”
“We still have lamb soup to drink. It’s perfect fortitude for a winter’s night. This lamb rack is stewed and served with a dip. It’s superb. The lamb has already been stewed tender, no more strain on your teeth.”
No sooner had the words left her lips than Olivia Jenkins took a small piece of the stewed lamb rack, dipped it in the condiment, and chomped down on the meat. She placed the tiny bone onto the plate.
Then Olivia Jenkins added, “Regardless of what you want to discuss, let’s all fill our bellies first. Otherwise, if it’s a topic that doesn’t interest anyone, it might dampen the mood and ruin our appetites.”
Benjamin Johnson nodded slightly in agreement, “Fair point.”
Leaving it at that, Olivia Jenkins ducked her head to sip her soup and reached for another plate of roasted lamb.
Just as long stood Daniel Marshall by the floor-to-ceiling window, that long also did Simon Howard stand in the presidential suite.
Simon Howard was too afraid to say anything and dared not recommend his boss to take rest early.
Moreover, the boss had forbidden him to call Valerie Howard, so Simon Howard didn’t dare to call either.
This time, the boss seemed really serious, probably reflecting on his marriage.
In relationships, the one who loves deep is possibly more prone to getting hurt.
The more serious one is, the more their heart would feel the pain, perhaps.
The one who you love the most often has the least say.
The presidential suite was silent like still water, unable to surge any ripple.
All of a sudden, Daniel Marshall, with his voice profound, broke the silence.
“Simon, you go take rest. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I just want to be alone for a while.”
Simon looked up at Daniel, consoling him earnestly, “Daniel, you’re a passionate and noble man, full of charisma and talent. No one can resist you. You have a great advantage.”
The corner of Daniel Marshall’s mouth twitched slightly, in a sarcastic half-smile.
Does he look so pitiful?
Does he need someone to comfort him?
Though he deems himself to be more advantageous than any other man, Olivia Jenkins is indifferent to him. She would rather get close to Benjamin Johnson rather than him.
Olivia is unconcerned about him too. Perhaps she doesn’t love him at all.
So, isn’t he actually the most ridiculous man?
Daniel Marshall, understanding Simon’s good intentions, didn’t vent his anger at him, “You may leave.”
For no word could mend a heart wound so quickly, Simon respectfully exited, his discretion well noted.
Daniel Marshall stood still in front of floor-to-ceiling windows, his dim eyes staring absently into the distance.
Suddenly, Daniel Marshall received a few photos of Olivia Jenkins and Benjamin Johnson.