Dinner tasted strangely bland to Sarah that evening. It was not because the food lacked flavor—quite the opposite.
Everything served at the table was exquisite, prepared with a level of care and sophistication she had never experienced before. The ingredients were fresh, the presentation flawless, and every bite carried the unmistakable touch of a world-class chef.
Years ago, Sarah had occasionally wondered what it would be like to dine at one of the city's most exclusive French restaurants. She had imagined elegant table settings, sparkling crystal glasses, and dishes that looked more like artwork than food.
But she had never imagined experiencing it under circumstances like these. Across the table sat Jayden. Silent, eating his dinner, calm and unreadable. Dangerously calm barely looked at her.
Throughout the entire meal, he had barely spoken. Not once. And Sarah had been forced to endure the torture of her own curiosity.
