No Escape from Love novel Chapter 16

"Got it," I said, tying on my apron. "Leave it to me. You can go."

Sylvia nodded and left. I approached the table, asking, "What can I get for you all?"

"Julian, isn't this Serena?"

Julian had been staring at me ever since I walked in, and it was starting to get on my nerves.

"Yes, it is," Julian answered with an arrogant smile while grabbing the menu. "It's Serena."

The others exchanged looks, their expressions a mix of surprise, confusion, and doubt.

"Order whatever you like. It's on me," Julian said, gesturing toward the menu.

As they casually ordered their drinks, I quietly took note of their choices and then turned to leave.

I came and went countless times in order to serve their drinks, yet I never exchanged a word with Julian. He must have expected me to say something, which was probably why he saved his order for last. But I had no intention of engaging with him.

I placed his coffee on the table and turned to walk away.

"Serena," Julian finally called out, rising to his feet. "Isn't there anything you want to say to me?"

I turned back, meeting his gaze. "Actually, there is."

Julian seemed to expect my response. "If you'd just stop throwing tantrums, we could go back to how things were. And starting today, you won't have to do this demeaning job anymore."

I furrowed my brows together. "I want to know when you're going to pay me back."

The guy pulled out his phone, but his expression froze when he heard the amount. He stammered, "I-I was in a rush this morning. I don't have that much on me."

I scoffed.

They were all spoiled rich kids, used to a life of luxury funded by their families. To them, 150 thousand dollars wasn't a large sum, but expecting them to come up with that much on the spot was asking for too much.

Maybe my disdain had struck a nerve. Julian stood up abruptly. "Serena, are you trying to cause trouble?"

"I'm not causing trouble," I said coldly, meeting his gaze. "But during the time we were together, you did spend that much of my money."

Julian's face turned pale. His pride was clearly wounded, and his expression darkened with anger.

"Looks like you aren't going to pay me back today," I muttered, shrugging as I walked over to the bar to grab the takeout and deliver it. I wasn't about to stay in the same space as him.