She knew that Balfour was putting on another show for his relatives, but every aspect of his demeanor felt suffocating, making it hard for her to even enjoy her tea.
Nolan replied awkwardly, "Thanks for the concern, but I'm not in a rush."
"I'm just reminding you, aside from work, focus on things and people that matter, and don't let your folks worry."
Balfour silently regarded the tiny teacup in his hand, his profile as meticulously sculpted as a statue, dangerous and secretive.
Nolan heard a warning in his words and his expression stiffened.
Giselle, on the other hand, was about to explode. That Ivy, mute as a fish, how on earth could she be a fitting Mrs. Howard?
She couldn’t even handle basic socializing – what else was she good for?
Giselle thought that if she became Mrs. Howard, she would manage Balfour’s family affairs so well, unlike Ivy, who was useless.
Before the main course arrived, the room was as silent as the grave.
Each of the four had their own concerns.
Finally, the waiter came to break the silence, presenting their appetizer, "Here's some sashimi with wasabi and soy sauce for a kick.”
Ivy stared at the plates of raw fish and shrimp, her appetite completely absent. The only raw food she could tolerate was the occasional sliver on top of a sushi roll; this spread was beyond her palate.
She hadn't expected the restaurant's custom of serving dishes from light to heavy; her eel casserole was still to come.
With a smile, Giselle eagerly slid a sea urchin towards Balfour, sharing the story with Ivy, "When we first came here, Balfour fell in love with their sea urchin. It’s top quality, paired with a special sauce. You should definitely give it a try, and it's their signature dish."
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