Ivy waited for his reply, but he just kept quiet. ‘So he had dinner planned before he came to pick me up,’ she thought with a smile, her husband was always considerate towards her.
He opened the door and got out of the car without uttering a word. “He speaks whenever he wants to, teases whenever he wants to,” she muttered and also got out of the car. No matter how she tried, she never understood him. He was simply too unpredictable and very good at predicting others. His personality was just too complicated for Ivy to understand.
As they both entered the posh restaurant, a waiter donned in a white shirt under a red vest and a red bow tie greeted them with a smile. “Welcome to Lai xiang shou restaurant, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.”
Beneath the smile, Ivy could see a glint of nervousness. When she looked at Zack, she found out the reason why the waiter was nervous, Zack’s gaze was intently placed on him.
“This way, sir, your specially reserved table is this way, follow me…” The waiter’s voice shuttered. The dark aura from Zack was giving him discomfort.
He quickly led them to a secluded spot in the restaurant, the interior was incredibly different from the other part they left a moment ago. It was a master class in elegance with soft lighting casting a warm glow over the space.
This made Ivy smile in delight, “so romantic.” When was the last time she had a romantic dinner? She couldn’t remember.
Zack withdrew the exquisite chair for her to sit. She smiled softly and sat down, amazed by the gentleness he displayed. “Thank you.”
‘Zack Anderson is acting like a gentleman,’ it was so hard to believe. She looked at him in awe, she never thought that Zack Anderson, widely known for his fierce demeanor, would be so gentle.
“What would you like us to offer you,” the waiter asked politely.
“The menu,” Zack replied coldly.
His tone of voice made the waiter confused.
“We would like to see the menu,” Ivy explained.
“I’m sorry,” he gave both of them the menu.
Ivy skimmed through the list of dishes, pondering on which to choose. “Peking Duck,” Zack gave his order.
“What about you, ma’am?”
“Same,” Zack replied in her place.
Ivy frowned, “I’ll decide what I get to eat.” After muttering, she turned to the waiter and nodded. “Be right back.” He left and came back a few minutes later.
“Hao ji. (Enjoy your meal)” he said and left the couple.
The atmosphere was hushed, with the soft hum of classical music creating a soothing background and melody. As they ate in silence, Zack would once in a while glance at Ivy who was busy enjoying the highly craved food.
She took a sip of her champagne and her eyes locked on him. He immediately avoided her gaze, taking a sip of his own champagne.
“Is there something you want to tell me, hubby?” She smiled, taking another sip.
“No,” he lied. He had something to tell her, but the problem was, he refused to let himself admit it. Ever since the day they fought over daffodils, he tried avoiding her but still couldn’t. He shut himself in his study throughout the night to leash his mind from trailing out of control. He even left very early the next morning to avoid seeing her, yet when he discovered her scandal, he leaped over the bound to save her. And now he went to the set to take her for dinner, now he realized too he was doing all this without thinking straight.
“Is there something bothering you?” Ivy asked as she noticed his absent-mindedness.
“Nothing is bothering me,” he lied again, avoiding her eyes. He couldn’t bring himself to look at those eyes when his mind was in conflict.
“You can tell me,” she insisted. He had been helping her since the beginning of their marriage and she hadn’t returned the favor.
“Wifey, eat your food,” he said, more like an order, and she obediently returned her gaze to her Peking Duck.
After eating for a few minutes, Ivy excused herself. “Let me use the restroom.” Zack just casually waved, and she left for the female restroom.
When she was done, she began washing her hands in the sink, then she heard the sound of a door opening. She didn’t look up to see who it was, assuming it was female, but the sound of a male voice made her frown.
“Hey. What are you doing here, get out!”
She looked at the man incredulously. “Excuse me.”
“Didn’t you hear me, get out. This is a male’s restroom,” the man looked to be in his late twenties with blonde hair and average height. The expression on his face made Ivy feel disgusted. He was looking at her with disdain. “Are you deaf… Oh, I get it, you are looking for a man huh, but unfortunately, this is not a brothel.”
“You must be stupid,” Ivy spat, eyeing him with a profound look. It was certainly the female restroom, he was the one mistaken.
He pointed his fingers at her, his eyes twitching in anger. “How dare you, do you know who I am.”
“Don’t care to know whoever you are,” she sneered, ready to walk out of the restroom, but he grabbed her wrist.
“Come back here, where do you think you’re going, come say that again if you have the guts.”
“Let go,” she struggled, but his grip was too tight for her to escape.
“Shit,” seeing he wasn’t ready to let go of her, she began to contemplate whether to call Zack or Edmond. Then she brushed the thought off her head, if the both of them were very far away, how would they quickly help her in that instance? She decided to free herself, anyhow she could.
“Let go of my hand!” she yelled.
“I’ve seen you before, you are an actress,” he said still holding her wrist. “I hate actresses, they are all sluts.”
Those words angered her to her brim. She spat, “You’re a madman.”
He flung her forcefully, making her fall on her butt. She didn’t wince, she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in pain.
“Bitch. Next time, you wouldn’t dare insult a member of the Black family.”
Ivy smirked, ‘Black,’ she remembered the name.
Then she lifted her face with her eyes glazing with indignation. She chuckled before staring at him for some time. “You will pay for this… Mr. Black.”