254 Famous for being infamous (2/2)

But then, his order came. A perky woman came with a tray of his food. His eyes brightened seeing the steam from the bowl. Oooh… and the smell… he could smell it from where he was sitting and immediately his stomach growled. He licked his lips hungrily as the waiter put the bowl, the glass and the cutleries in front of him.

He postponed his plan to leave this place and reached for his chopsticks and spoon to enjoy a bowl of pork and beef noodle soup. The soup was hearty and spicy, making him calling the waiter again for another glass of iced tea.

She crossed her arms when he refused to say another word. She watched as he devoured the whole bowl with two glasses iced tea. She tried to speak with him, again asking him how much she had to pay but she did not receive any reply from him other than 'huh' and 'hmm'.

He finally put down his chopsticks and spoon with a loud sigh. He licked his lips happily. His stomach was full and he did not even have to spend a single cent for it. Oh yes, he was happy.

\”Are you ready to talk now?\” she asked quietly, getting so pissed off seeing how unserious he was when she was dealing with a crisis.

There were several times she wanted to take the bowl and put it upside down on his head but she managed to control herself. But it was barely. She knew if she did that he would no longer help her doing all those dirty works even though she paid twice his price. And he would even ruin her.

The last part was what she was afraid of. She would lose a lot without her reputation and she must maintain this squeaky clean identity to get what she wanted; to be beautiful and wealthy!

\”Hmm… yeah… yeah…\” he smacked his lips, trying to prolong the taste of the broth. He might come again one day to eat this noodle again.

\”Simon.\” She could no longer hold her temper and it leaked through her voice. \”Is this how you treat a woman you fall in love with?\”

He finished his second drink with his eyes looked at her in amused.

\”First of all, stop thinking you're all that. You are not even popular… well, you were infamous, actually, in the school,\” he pointed it out dryly.

Her already frustrated face reddened even more. Infamous? She was famous for being the prettiest in school and even though she was not in the first, second, or third class (she was in the lowest class every single year) but she mingled only with the first-class students. They all liked talking with her. Some of them even asked her opinion on some topics and she was helpful with her thought.

\”Look, Ella. You're famous for being infamous. Stop thinking every single male love you,\” he could not stop from jeering at her. Heck, since young she was always being jeered at for her delusional mind. And she was too thick-skinned to even understand how people took her as a joke. Even when some of them asked her a question, it was not a sincere question, more like to create another joke to share with their friends.

Her hands clutched into fists. Was he trying to cover line? He was ashamed that she could smell his feeling toward her so he tried to shame her like this? He thought she was that gullible to believe his lie?

She's Ella. She knew what people thought about her and she had no doubt the man in front of her could not wait to bring her to bed. Hmph… like she was too stupid to recognize his desire.

He shook his head when he saw her expression. It was as clear as the sky she misunderstood him… again. It was so frustrating talking with an idiot like her. When would she open her eyes wide and realize how a fool she was in the eyes of everyone else.

It honestly was tiring talking with her.

He took a deep breath and murmured, \”oh my God. I can't believe this.\”

She crossed her legs and narrowed her eyes at him. Her lips curled when she saw him unable to deny his real feeling toward her.

He dropped the tissue he used to wipe his lips and reached for his second glass of drink. He tried to get maybe the last drop of iced tea before he put it down loudly. Then, he stood up.

Her eyes followed, widened when she saw him acting like he was going to leave her. Wh… what?

\”Thank you for lunch. Bye.\”

\”But… but… Simon, you can't leave now,\” she cried, throwing the tissue she had on her laps, taking it as a napkin like in a high-end restaurant. She stood up and shouted at him, ignoring the weird look from the restaurant's customers. Even the waiters stopped from sending the orders or picking the dishes and looked at her in stunned.

\”Oh, I can. And Ella, one suggestion for you, from the bottom of my heart and this is considered my kindness for you, stop dreaming and learn to be a grown-up. Bye.\”

\”Simon!\”

He ignored her call and walked out of the busy restaurant. His ears were red from embarrassment. Oh God, was she blind not seeing how people were looking at her screaming like a fisherman's wife at the market.