Page 45 of Owned Bratva Bride
“But I want to be a big chef and open a restaurant,” she disclosed, grinning.
“Okay, that’s cool.”
“When I’m 20, he and Uncle Max will give me money to open my own restaurant. I also have money that I’ve saved from my salary all these years. I don’t buy many things. So, I’ll use that to hire other chefs.”
“That’s great.”
She nodded, smiling.
“It’s ready,” Agatha announced. “Marielle, go wait in the dining room. I’ll bring yours.”
“Why? I’ll eat here.”
“This isn’t the American food you’re used to. It’s a bit spicy. The kitchen is too hot,” she answered.
“Okay.”
I thought of taking the seat at the head of the table just to see what Eduard’s men would say. But, instead, I sat in the first seat to the left.
Agatha brought the food to the table, filling my plate.
“Thank you.”
“I’m sure you’ll like it.”
And I did.
I was savoring the delicacy when I saw a shadow move past my chair.
I knew it was Eduard before looking up.
He claimed the chair at the head of the table.
He looked every bit the powerful industrialist in a black tailored suit and black shirt. His hair was even more tousled than it usually was, with a few locks falling to his right eyebrow.
“Sir, I didn’t…” Agatha started to explain as she came out of the kitchen.
“It’s fine. I’ll eat here,” he answered, his voice cool as ever.
“Okay, sir. One minute.”
As she disappeared into the kitchen, I became more aware of the closeness between Eduard and me. It was uncomfortable, to say the least.
His jaw was tighter, and his eyes looked straight ahead.
Why does that make me curious?
Agatha came back, and in seconds, he was eating.
“Marielle,” he suddenly spoke, more like singing my name. “I see you’re in no mood for conversation today.”
I took a slow sip of water, ignoring his gaze on me.
“Good morning to you, too,” I replied, my tone terse.
His eyes were back on his food, and he said nothing until I left the dining room.
Not that it made my heart fall.
