Chapter 621 Don’t Be Shy


    ir wanted to hide her excitement, so she looked out the window and picked up her lemonade. When


    had Wesley developed feelings for her?


    The restaurant service was top-notch. They didn''t have to wait long to get their food. ir was in such


    a good mood, she felt like she could eat three turkeys, de-feathered or not!


    She went for the spiced salt mantis shrimps first. That turned out to be frustrating. The shell was


    stubborn and refused toe off. She even started using both her hands and her teeth—notdylike


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    or hot at all. ''It''s mocking me. I never should have ordered this.'' She was annoyed but didn''t want to


    waste food either.


    Wesley picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat when he noticed that ir struggling with the


    shrimp shell. He wiped his hands on a wet towel and took the mantis shrimp from her. "Allow me," he


    said, gantly. "What?" ir could have sworn she misheard him.


    "Let me peel it for you. You can eat other things while I''m doing this." He took the shrimp and began to


    peel it.


    ir was surprised and touched.


    No one had ever done this for her before.


    He was decent and thoughtful. This was the man she liked. She had no doubt now—she had good


    taste in men. And yes, sometimes he could be a jerk. But most of the time she had to admit he was


    good to her.


    Lost in her thoughts, she wiped her hands on the wet towel, picked up a spinach beef roll and held it up


    to his mouth. He stopped peeling the shrimp to look at her, confused.


    Meeting his eyes, she said, "You haven''t eaten anything yet. Try this." She moved it closer.


    Wesley decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He opened his mouth obligingly, and she popped


    it in. He chewed it, and nodded his assent.


    ir grinned happily. But before she could put her chopsticks down, she found that someone was


    watching them.


    The restaurant had arge French window. And you could see through that window into the mall.


    A few soldiers had the day off. They were gathered around,ughing, carrying on. They were dressed


    in casual clothing, as they were off-duty.


    There were more than ten of them pressing their faces tight against the window. Some wore a goofy


    smile. Some were snickering. Some watched them with an envious look in their eyes. Some just stood


    there, lips apart, too stunned to react.


    ir was astonished to see so many faces staring at them. When she recognized some of them, she


    calmed down a little.


    But it urred to her that they must have seen her offering food to Wesley. Her cheeks med with


    embarrassment. She forced an awkward smile and nodded to them. Only then did she realize that her


    chopsticks were still in her hand, in full view of the peeping Toms. She dropped her hand quickly and


    shifted in her chair.


    Wesley saw those overeager soldiers too, but paid little attention to them. After throwing them a nce,


    he went on peeling the shrimp. "Oh, I guess! If you must, you must!" he said.


    "Huh?"


    ir couldn''t make head or tail of what he said. But she soon knew what he meant. Within two


    minutes, the soldiers all swarmed in like buzzing bees.


    "Whoa, small world! Fancy meeting you here, Chief!" one soldier uttered.


    "No wonder Chief turned us down. He''s on a date," a second teased.


    "Chief, why don''t you introduce us?" a thirdined.


    Then he turned to ir and introduced himself, "Hi, I''m—" Before he could finish, another soldier


    nudged him aside and said to ir, "Hi, we''ve met before. I was one of the instructors at your


    university. The military training?"


    Their enthusiasm overwhelmed ir. She swallowed her food quickly to greet them.


    "I''m actually not Wesley''s girlfriend. I bought him dinner to thank him for helping me," she exined.


    But the soldiers looked at each other and snickered, as if ir were joking. They didn''t buy it at all.


    Even Talbot didn''t believe her. Nor Bowman. "Now ir, don''t be shy," Talbot said. "Chief, can we join


    you?"


    Wesley didn''t reply. He put the peeled shrimp on ir''s te and wiped his hands. The soldiers


    widened their eyes in surprise and started talking quietly about it among themselves. "I never knew


    Chief could be so thoughtful. When we ate shrimp, we just ate the shells, too."


    ir heard them, not sure what to say.


    Just then, Wesley called the waiter over. "We''d like a private booth. Do you have any?"


    The waiter nodded. "Yes, sir. We have one left. This way, please."


    The soldiers were thrilled to eat with Wesley and ir. It was a treat to eat with their boss, but with a


    beautifuldy too? Bowman was eager to help. "Let''s move Chief''s dishes there," he prompted.


    "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.


    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 withughter.


    Wesley looked at her, wondering, ''You listen to me? Since when?''