A nonchalant tone, as if it were just a natural discussion about what to eat today...

Diana stared at him intently, and I refused. These three words should have been spoken, but the face of the Eva immediately came to my mind.

The hotel belongs to her, and the nurse's medical expenses can be easily settled...

More than a month ago, she fell into the sea from a cruise ship party, and Alaric thought she was trying to get his attention by committing suicide.

She cut off her meager monthly living expenses at the House of Owen, leaving her unable to even pay for her Eva's medical expenses...

So now is not the time to be sentimental.

As if he had read Diana's mind, Alaric's lips curled into a mocking remark: "Don't be too touched. Consider it as a reward for your willingness to have a physical examination."

Having said this haughtily, he was already leading the way to the restaurant.

I knew he wasn't so kind. After the coercion, it was now a bribe...

Alaric has mastered all these tricks to such perfection.

Because of this, Diana no longer fidgeted, accepted it with a clear conscience, and quickened her pace.

The corridor was filled with the fragrance of flowers. A few little magpies were pecking at food on the ground. Hearing footsteps, they flapped their wings and darted onto the nearest branch.

In the dining room, overturned tables and chairs have been dealt with, white floral tablecloths on the long table flutter slightly in the wind, the table is decorated with fresh flowers, and red wine is placed diagonally on the decanter.

David went over to help Diana pull a chair, and when Diana was about to sit down, her arm tightened and was pulled by Alaric.

Alaric sat down first and then pulled her into his arms.

Touching his leg muscles, through two thin layers of fabric, one could clearly feel his scorching heat.

She frowned and turned her head in an attempt to make him see her dissatisfaction, and her eyes casually swept over the waiter standing aside with his head lowered.

Familiar figure --

The woman in front of him was dressed in a waitress's uniform and held a tray with a glass container of water inside.

Feeling as if someone was looking at her, Kara lifted her eyelids slightly and gave Diana a vague glance. The woman must be smug now?

It took her three years to get from customer service manager to waitress!

It was also heard that the hotel was going to be acquired and taken over by this woman!

She immediately offered to resign. Kara had never endured such a humiliating experience!

Unexpectedly, when she signed a ten-year contract with the hotel, the hotel not only demanded that she pay a hefty penalty but also threatened that no industry or company would dare to employ her if she left Sully hotel's...

"You did it?" Diana kept her eyes on Kara, looking up and down, but asked Alaric.

She knew it must have been Alaric who had used his power to make Kara like this.

"The quality of hospitality doesn't justify the position of customer service manager. Such an employee doesn't deserve to stay in Sully hotel's." "Do you want to ask me why I didn't just fire her?" Alaric smiled.

"No." " Diana felt hot and itchy around her waist and really wanted to take his hand away from her.

Alaric laughed instead of being angry: "It would be too lenient to fire her directly. She has made you so unhappy. You must give her some punishment to teach her a lesson."

Of course she knew that the purpose of giving Sully hotel to her was to let everyone know that Mr. And Mrs. Alaric couldn't be bullied so easily.

"Give Sully hotel’s to me, and I won't be afraid that I'll work for three days and then slack off for two, and one day I'll play with it and go bankrupt, and House of Owen will suffer a heavy loss."

"So underestimating the House of Owen? Besides, I didn't think it would be fine to leave it to you."

“……”

The solemn tone left Diana speechless.

Kara came towards them with a tray, smiling ingratiatingly, but her eyes were filled with forbearance and resentment.

David took out a glass container filled with warm water from Kara's tray and placed it in front of Alaric, then took a flesh-colored pain-relieving plaster patch, tore off the wrapper and handed it to Alaric.

"Bring your hand here."

Diana, not knowing what he was going to do, asked in confusion, "What hand?"

"Left hand or right hand? A little dissatisfied, Alaric grabbed her left hand himself and examined it carefully: "The pricked hand."

Diana raised her right hand, and a black thorn on the belly of her index finger was almost imperceptible.

How could he know that she had been pricked by accident as she pried open the Juliet rose! ?

"madam, when the young master was checking the surveillance footage, he saw your hand being pricked and immediately sent for medicine."

"Want you to talk more?" Alaric frowned, pressed his palm to the back of Diana's hand, and grabbed her hand and immersed it in the glass container.

After soaking for a while, carefully drying with a prepared towel, he picked up the painkiller patch: "Bear with it. It might hurt a little."

David shook his head, trying to see if he had misheard. The young master was actually speaking to the young lady in such a half-coaxing and half-deceiving tone...

"I'll do it myself!" Diana pulled out her hand.

"Don't you want to show your love every day?"

"Who said..." In the middle of my words, I stopped and suddenly remembered the words I said when I left the company: [If showing off love dies quickly, I show it every day]

Show! ? Good!

Who's afraid of whom?

Then he slipped his hand back quietly.

Though she disliked the people around her very much, they looked at her as if she had received a great favor.

As if to say, this supreme service has been enjoyed by her alone until now.

He was the eldest son of the House of Owen, Alaric, and the world was eager to bow down to the king who wanted to serve him.

Sorry! She didn't feel it was much more enjoyable, but Diana thought it was not bad when Kara looked at Alaric's doting on her with all kinds of belated expressions.

And not to be refused, Alaric had already put the plaster on the thorny finger, quickly torn it off, and looked at the plaster, the small black thorn had been pulled out.

The pale and slender fingers were held up in the air, and Diana held her index finger, which was stained with specks of blood after the spines were removed, and pushed it in front of Alaric.

"Does it hurt? Alaric took the towel David handed over and tried to wipe the blood off Diana's hand.

Diana skillfully dodged it.

The man stared at the woman in front of him in confusion, unable to figure out for the first time what she was up to.

Almost caught off guard, Diana pressed her blood-dripping finger onto Alaric's perfectly thin lips in one go.

The fingers were cold, but the lips were warm.

A sly smile on the woman's lips was magnified before Alaric's eyes.

"Honey, disinfect me."

The pale lips were tinged with a touch of bright red, like a bright red rose suddenly blooming in the darkness, bringing Alaric to the extreme of his charm.

Diana was stunned for a moment and then provoked again, "Isn't it on TV that you put your fingers in to disinfect?"

“……”

David was about to pull the glass container back, but Diana's words made his hand tremble and the water inside almost spilled out.

The young lady actually asked the young master to disinfect his fingers...

Although the fingers have been washed and soaked, there are still bacteria. How could the young master, who has an obsession with cleanliness, put his fingers in his mouth?

And the young lady is really not good at reading people's expressions. I wonder if the young master is trying very hard to hold back now?

Why do you always like to bring up something that's not going to happen?

If the young master gets angry, this meal is probably not going to be eaten again... And I'll have to go in my pocket...

Kara looks at Diana sarcastically. This woman is getting more and more demanding. Mr. Alaric has treated her wounds so much that he wants to put his finger in Mr. Alaric's mouth?

Such an unromantic woman, no wonder she is said to be unfavored!

See if Mr. Alaric will bite off your finger!

Alaric remained motionless, allowing the woman's finger to press on her lips, not refusing, not making a statement, but a barely perceptible playfulness flashed in his deep eyes.