Chapter 323


    However, Joe hadn’t been part of the n at all, and neither Skr nor Paul had noticed.


    Nearby diners were whispering about how perfect Skr and Paul looked together, mistaking them


    for a couple.


    Joe arrived just in time to catch the scene and hear thements. His eyes turned colder than a


    Jipsburg winter.


    Paul felt a chill down his spine and was about to ask the restaurant to adjust the air conditioning


    when he saw Joe.


    Was Joe the one giving him that icy re?


    “M–Mr. Martin…” Paul stammered. Had he done something wrong? He had made sure that Skr


    had a fantastic day.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    Upon hearing Paul’s greeting, Skr immediately looked up to see Joe. His expression was stern


    and cold, which was typical for him.


    The restaurant was cramped, crowded, and noisy. Skr figured it must have made Joe


    ufortable.


    “Have you eaten?” she asked,


    Joe walked over and sat beside Skr, but his demeanor was slightly tense. “No.”


    Paul sensed the tension and quickly said, “1… I just remembered I have some work to finish. Mr.


    Martin, I’ll skip dinner and head back to the hotel now.”


    Paul didn’t want to risk indigestion from the overwhelming tension. Judging by the murderous look


    Joe had given him earlier, he was clearly in a foul mood.


    Paul was practically tingling with anxiety.


    “Okay,” Joe agreed.


    With that, Paul swiftly made his exit, not wanting to be the third wheel or face Joe’s wrath any


    longer.


    Skr couldn’t help butugh at the sight of Paul scurrying away. Was Joe really that intimidating?


    “Did you have fun today?” Joe asked.


    “Yes, a lot! Mr. Ziegler did an awesome job nning, and we took so many photos, Skr said


    between bites. She was famished after a long day of activities.


    Joe nced at the dishes on the table. They appeared in and unremarkable, but Skr seemed


    to enjoy them.


    It seemed like Paul knew her taste well. Joe pursed his lips thoughtfully.


    “The chicken is really tender. You should try it,” Skr said. She noticed that Joe hadn’t eaten


    much and rmended her favorite dish of the evening.


    Some of the iciness in Joe’s demeanor melted away as he picked up his cutlery and took a bite.


    The vor was decent.


    “I’m not very hungry. You go ahead and eat. I’ll wait for you.”


    Skr nodded and resumed eating. Joe seemed a bit off today.


    She nced at the modestly presented dishes. They tasted surprisingly good, even if they weren’t


    something she’d craved every day.


    While Skr enjoyed her meal, Joe picked up the camera Paul had left behind and started scrolling


    through the photos.


    Seeing how Skr looked radiant–almost like a fairy in the pictures–softened his expression.


    However, his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth in contemtion.