“Right, right.” In the blink of an eye, the dishes on the table were all gone.


    “Do you mind?” Wesley asked her on the way to the booth.


    ir understood what he was referring to-inviting his men along to dine with them.


    “Not at all.” She shook her head.


    “Now you can order more dishes. They’re not picky eaters either. Order whatever you want,” Wesley


    continued.


    ir was happy. Now she could order everything that caught her eye


    And she wouldn’t have to waste a morsel.


    She didn’t enter the private booth until she had ced the order on her phone.


    When it was done, she walked in to see everyone was seated. But upon seeing her, the soldiers stood


    up in unison and greeted her.


    “Nice to meet you, ir.”


    Their voices echoed through the room and traveled beyond the door and the walls. Little did they know,


    everyone else in the restaurant heard them. They looked around, wondering what that sound was. After


    a short while, when everything was quiet, they returned to their meals.


    Ang’s Library


    The trantor was usuallyposed, now she wasn’t. Before she could respond, someone pulled out


    the chair next to Wesley and said with a big smile, “Hey ir. Over here!”


    ir was flustered.


    “Th-thank you,” she said.


    When she sat down, Wesley red at the soldiers, and said, “That’s enough.”


    The soldiers took their seats and started bombarding ir with questions.


    ir never talked much during social asions. Even at parties where she knew everyone, she just


    preferred to listen. But at this point, she couldn’t pull her usual wallflower act, because they wouldn’t


    stop.


    After a couple of minutes, she found out that talking to the soldiers was actually fun. She answered


    their questions honestly as she ate


    They were pretty non-judgmental, and in some cases funny. It was quite pleasant.


    “Is Chief nice to you? Who wears the pants in the rtionship? You or him?” Bowman couldn’t help


    asking.


    That was the golden question. Each of the soldiers pricked up their ears, waiting for her reply. They all


    wondered what Wesley the Devil was like when he was with a woman.


    To help maintain Wesley’s dignity and authority, ir answered, “He’s nice. And of course he’s the


    boss. I listen to him, because he’d beat me up if I don’t.”


    “Bwahaha!” The soldiers roared with Laughter.


    Wesley looked at her, wondering, ‘You Listen to me? Since when?”


    Wesley recollected thest time when ir had gotten drunk. She had been so stubborn that he had to


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