Chapter 508


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    James led Amelia to the top floor of the hotel.


    It was a French restaurant. Sitting there, they had a panoramic view of the nighttime scenery.


    He seemed to have booked the entire restaurant. There was a group of waiters in tuxedos and bow


    ties, serving only them.


    The energetic French manager, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sat down on the terrace


    in front of them. He leaned over and handed them an extremely luxurious menu.


    James took it and ced it in front of Amelia. “What do you want to eat, Amelia?”


    Amelia opened the menu. When she saw that it was all in French, she looked a bit constipated.


    She couldn’t understand it at all. A subconscious trace of embarrassment appeared on her fair face,


    and her flustered hands tucked her hair behind her hair.


    James, who was sitting across from her, quickly stretched out his slender fingers to take the menu.


    He didn’t know what she liked to eat, so he wanted her to order


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    for herself. However, it seemed that he hadn’t been considerate enough.


    James felt a little guilty. He nced at Amelia, but didn’t say anything.


    He turned his head to the French manager and used English to order. After ordering the appetizer and


    the main course, looked at Amelia again.


    “Amelia, do you want macarons or egg tarts for dessert?”


    he


    He gave her a choice in an attempt to divert her attention so that she wouldn’t feel so ashamed.


    She whispered, “Egg tarts…”


    She liked food that was soft and sweet, and egg tarts happened to be her favorite.


    James nodded gently. He closed the menu and signaled for the French manager to leave.


    On the unique, French-style dining table, a few flickering candles shone dimly on their faces. The dim


    light made James, who was wearing a wh ite shirt with a slightly open neckline, look extremely noble


    and mysterious. Holding a wine ss with one hand, he leaned on the leather sofa. With a pair of deep


    eyes that seemed to hold constetions in them, he stared at the woman across from him.


    Chapter 508 French Candlelight Dinner Amelia kept her head down. She stared at her fingers without


    saying a word. Perhaps it was the environment that made her feel pressured and nervous.


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    James stared at her for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The manager


    immediately came over.


    “Yes, sir?”


    He whispered a few words to the manager in French this time, which Amelia didn’t understand.


    Momentster, however, a famous cellist came to the restaurant.


    The cellist didn’t dare toe over. He simply nodded to them, then sat in the dining room and started


    to y.


    Slow and rxing music could be heard, which made Amelia’s tense nerves slowly rx… Seeing that


    she was no longer on edge, James raised his fingers. He grabbed her hand, which was on the table.


    He didn’t say anything and just held her tightly, as if he was holding a treasure that he was reluctant to


    let go of.


    He didn’t let go until the waiters served the French dishes one by one…


    When Amelia bowed her head to eat quietly, James made a m ental note of everything she ate.


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    In the past, he would get frustrated with her and wage a cold war against her. Ile hardly paid attention


    to what she liked, which was a pity.


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    From then on, he would remember all her preferences, hoping that it would make up for the mistakes


    he made.


    His stomach wasn’t in good condition, so he didn’t eat much. He just stared at her as she sat peacefully


    and beautifully by the candlelight…


    Feeling a burning gaze on her, Amelia felt a little ufortable. She eyed James.


    Seeing that he hadn’t touched the food in front of him, she couldn’t help but frowned. “Does your


    stomach hurt?”


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    James didn’t expect that she still remembered that he had stomach problems. A smile shed across


    his eyes. “I’m fine.”


    After toying with the knife and fork in her hand, Amelia worked up her courage. She cut a small piece of


    foie gras for him and brought it to his lips.


    Seeing that she was offering to feed him, James’s cold and deep eyes began to water.


    It


    He opened his thin lips slightly and ate the piece of foie gras. wasn’t supposed to be sweet, but he felt


    that every bite of it was bursting with sweetness.