Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812: They will misunderstand.

"Sir, you can’t sit here," Zenith said, an obvious frown settling between her brows. Her fingers were already clenching around her pants, not understanding what Ryan was intending to do there.

He not just showed up in the same restaurant she was supposed to be in, but he was now also asking if he could join them at their table.

Wasn’t this already too much out of line? What did he actually want when he made that request?

Zenith wanted to ask, but she couldn’t put that simply in her words, so she refused it straight away. But little did she expect Ryan to counter her refusal ... demanding an answer to —

"Why?" Ryan asked without any hesitation, turning to look her way, his gaze holding a glare of clear displeasure —one that Zenith couldn’t understand. "Why can’t I?" He let his gaze flicker to the empty chair next to her. "As far as I can see, there is enough space to accommodate me here."

Zenith’s gaze darted to look at the same chair, and the frown between her brows only deepened. She turned and stared back at him, incredulously. "Because I am out here for some personal thing, and your inclusion would really suit."

"Personal thing?" Ryan gritted.

She nodded. "Yes, a personal thing," she repeated and then turned and looked toward David. "I am here on a date with him. If you join us at our table, it won’t be very comfortable."

Ryan’s jaws tightened and his fingers clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Zenith glanced at him and clearly noted the change in his expression. "Sir, I mean —" she was about to speak when a voice made her pause.

"Secretary Zane, you are also here?"

She turned to look only to see Michael walking their way, his laptop in hand.

He smiled at her in pleasant surprise before adding to say, "I didn’t expect to see you here." His gaze flicked to look around the empty restaurant, and suddenly, realization dawned upon him. He glanced at Ryan before glancing back at Zenith. "No doubt! No doubt, Sir asked me to make the call."

Zenith felt confused. "Call?" she asked.

Michael nodded. "Yes, call the restaurant manager to ask him to accept another customer," he said, only to make Zenith glance towards Ryan again. "Sir must have seen you walking in. And that’s why he asked me to do that."

David heard that and smiled gently. Then, standing up from his chair, he said, "That’s really thoughtful of you, Mr. Foster. I truly didn’t expect a CEO to be so considerate. Thank you for your kind gesture." He extended his hand out again, but once again, Ryan didn’t acknowledge it. In the end, David only pulled his hand back.

And just as he did that, Ryan spoke, "I needed your assistance over something urgent. If not for that, I wouldn’t have asked to join the table to interrupt the ... date you are on." He then gazed at Michael as though asking him to speak.

At first, Michael didn’t understand, but when Ryan’s gaze started piercing him, he quickly nodded, accepting it. "Yes, yes! I was stuck with something for a while now, and that needed to be finished the earliest." He looked at Zenith with confused but hopeful eyes.

Before Zenith could say anything, David spoke from the side.

"If it’s really that urgent, please don’t hold back on my account."

Zenith looked at him with a subtle furrowed brow. But he only smiled and nodded to her in reassurance. "It’s fine. I don’t mind. I know you are passionate about your work, and I really respect you for that. We can have dinner once you finish the work; I can wait."

Hearing him say that, Zenith’s gaze softened at him. She might not know him much, but what she is learning about him is just making her more and more appreciative of him. Nodding to him, she said, "Thank you."

David just smiled at her, shaking his head at nothingness. He turned to Ryan only to see him holding a glare at him. He didn’t understand the reason behind it, but he gestured him kindly. "Please, Mr. Foster, take a seat. I might not repay your kindness, but this is the least I could do."

Michael nodded and was about to walk to take the chair next to Zenith. However, just when he would have stepped in and sat, Ryan stepped in and took the chair.

"Take the next one," Ryan said.

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