Chapter 843


    Morgan dragged ine to dinner by ''force''.


    In the small town, not many restaurants were up to par with Vincent''s standards in terms of


    cleanliness.


    Even after driving around, there weren''t any fine restaurants to be seen.


    Feeling disappointed, Vincent frowned.


    Leaning her head against the window, ine suddenly eximed, "Wait! I saw a good ce!


    Morgan, over there!"


    Looking out of the window, Morgan saw the small restaurant in the alley.


    Usually, these kinds of restaurants served cheap and unhealthy food in big portions.


    Knowing Vincent, Morgan knew he would refuse to enter the restaurant.


    Before Vincent could reject, he asked, "Miss Jacob, why don''t we look for another ce..."


    "Let''s go."


    Before Morgan could finish his words, Vincent interrupted him.


    To confirm he hadn''t misheard him, Morgan asked again, "Sir, are you sure you want to have dinner


    there?"


    When Vincent gave him a nce, Morgan quickly nodded his head. "Y-yes, sir..."


    The restaurant appeared to be how Morgan had imagined. It was a little small and crowded, but at


    least the ce looked neat.


    Although Vincent said that he wanted to go there, his brows were knitted from the moment he got


    out of the car.


    Morgan knew him well. Judging from his obsession with cleanliness, he would stay here for no more


    than five minutes at most...


    Before entering the restaurant, Morgan suggested, "Miss Jacob, why don''t we just buy the food


    from here and have it at the hotel?"


    "Why should we? Let''s just eat here." With a smile, ine pulled out a chair and sat on it. "But you


    guys can head back first if you want to. I''ll be eating here."


    Staring into her eyes, Vincent could tell she was trying to provoke him. Snorting, he took a seat


    opposite her. "You''re trying to mess with me, aren''t you? I won''t let you win."


    Hearing that, ine stiffened.


    Seeing her reaction, Vincent curled his lips into a smug smile.


    Staring hard back at him, ine called for the shop owner, "Excuse me!"


    Hearing her customer calling, ady with simple clothing walked over to take their order, "What


    would you guys like to eat?"


    "Your signature noodles are the best! I''ll have one of that, please. I haven''t eaten your noodles in so


    many years!" After cing her order, she turned to ask Morgan, "What do you feel like having,


    Morgan?"


    Since he had never been to a ce like this before, he politely asked, "Could you rmend me


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    "Sure!"


    Turning her head back towards thedy, ine ordered the same thing for him.


    After taking down their orders, the shop owner scanned the table. Having lived in the vige all her


    life, she seldom got to see such ssy people in the vige.


    Especially the man dressed in such fine clothing who looked suave, polished, and charming. One


    could tell that he was from a noble and wealthy family at first nce.


    Why would someone like him visit her small restaurant in the vige?


    Noticing that the younger man remained silent even after the other two on the table had taken their


    orders, she asked politely, "Sir, may I take your order?"


    Looking at ine, Vincent uttered, "Decide for me."


    Initially, she wanted to refuse, but when an idea suddenly struck her head, she asked, "Are you


    sure?"


    "Yes."


    "Alright then," nodding her head, ine ordered the same thing as well for him.


    "Alright, let me repeat your orders. Three tes of noodles and two side dishes." After jotting down


    their orders, the shop owner went back to the kitchen.


    Feeling a little worried, Morgan asked, "Miss Jacob, is the food here clean?"


    "Don''t worry, Morgan. I''ve been eating here for three years throughout high school and had never


    got a stomachache. Even though the shop is a little small, the boss is a kind person. She never


    serves rotten food to customers."


    Curious, Morgan asked again, "Have you always eaten out when you were young?"


    "Yeah. When I was in high school, my parents liked to gamble, so they never made dinner. We


    always had to eat out."


    ine started working during the summer holidays since middle school. She would then give half of


    her earnings to her parents while she saved the other half. On days when her parents didn''t cook,


    she would use her savings to eat out.


    Since the food here was cheap, she spent money on most of her meals here throughout her high


    school days.


    "After I got epted to college and started working in the city, I never had the chance to eat these


    anymore. Sometimes, I miss the food here..."


    Putting on a confident smile, ine boasted, "Trust me, it''s good! You''ll know in a minute."


    Seeing her reaction, Morganughed as well, "I believe in your taste, Miss Jacob."


    "So why didn''t you go to college?" Morgan asked out of curiosity. It seemed that he was more


    interested in the fact that she didn''t continue her studies.


    ine then answered inly, "Well, my brother grew up, so our family expenses increased, and my


    family couldn''t afford it. My parents wanted me to drop out of school to work so that I could


    share their burden."


    Hearing her story, Vincent nced at her.


    Frowning, Morgan questioned, "These are supposed to be your parents'' responsibility! How could


    they make you bear the burden?"


    Perhaps that was the situation in someone else''s family, but it definitely wasn''t the case with her


    family.


    She needed to endure much morepared to people of her age.


    Feeling pity for her, Morganforted, "Miss Jacob, they don''t deserve to be your parents. Stay


    with us, I guarantee that Mr. Bradbury will treat you better."


    Lowering her eyes, ine didn''t respond. To her, Vincent was actually scarier than her parents.


    She would rather choose her selfish family over such a cunning and devious man.


    Three big tes of noodles quickly came up. Since ine liked spicy food, she added some


    Tabasco sauce into her noodles.


    Morgan preferred the original taste.


    "Not bad," said Morgan after taking a bite. He then praised, "It''s much better than what I''d


    imagined."


    Hearing that, ine felt satisfied. "I told you it was good!"


    Then, she turned to Vincent. "You should try it too."


    Looking at the disposable cutlery, Vincent hesitated for a moment, but still picked them up and took


    a bite of the noodles.


    The next second, he felt a surge of heat gushing up to his face.


    When ine saw that he had really taken a bite, she couldn''t help butugh out loud, "Don''t waste


    your food. Don''t you know how many children starve in other parts of the world? Finish it!"


    Though the noodles in front of him looked delicious, it was actually the spiciest one!


    Pressing his lips together, Vincent felt irritated and his face fell.


    When she saw him like this, ine raised her chin and challenged, "I asked if you wanted me to


    order for you, right? Are you not going to finish your food now that you can''t handle the spice? Are


    you even a man?!"


    Was he even a man?


    With a snort, Vincent lowered his head and continued eating.


    Seeing his reaction, ine waspletely dumbfounded.


    Why was he so sensitive? Couldn''t he take a joke?


    "Mr. Bradbury, don''t..." Morgan tried to stop him.


    "Shut up!"


    Shocked by his reaction, Morgan kept quiet.


    He obeyed by not saying a word.


    When they finished the meal, Vincent looked horrible.


    It was the first time she had seen him in such a mess. His face was scarlet red, and there were


    beads of sweat dripping down his forehead...


    Seeing him like this, she felt a little guilty. "Why did you force yourself to eat when you couldn''t


    handle spice..."


    shing her a cold stare, ine immediately shut her mouth.


    She then muted herself.


    Vincent''s stare was quite terrifying.


    It was as if he was going to beat her up.


    On the way back, Vincent kept gulping down water. Every time he took a sip, his face twisted in


    pain.


    At first, ine held back herughter, but in the end, she couldn''t help butugh out loud.


    Why was he behaving like a child?


    He couldn''t take the joke and forcefully stuffed the food all into his tummy but ended up getting a


    bad


    stomachache.


    When they got back to the hotel, Vincent strode towards the elevator without waiting for the rest.


    Just as she thought this was a perfect time to escape, she stood in the middle of the lobby and


    announced, "Morgan, it''ste. Have a good rest. I''ll be going back first today..."


    "Miss Jacob, you won''t be able to leave without my permission."


    Morgan interrupted as if he knew what she was thinking. "There are Dark Guards here who


    received the order to ensure your safety. You won''t be able to leave as you wish. Even if you do,


    they will bring you back to Mr. Bradbury."