Bella peeked at him, and when she saw his darkened face, she quickly stopped laughing. Just at this moment, the elevator door opened and Bella took the lead in walking out, with the man following closely behind.
The wind outside the window blew her long hair, making her look exceptionally gentle.
Bella obviously came here often and found a corner seat. When the waiter saw her, she was very excited, "Miss Charles, is this your boyfriend?"
When Bella heard the waiter's question, her pretty face turned embarrassed and she quickly shook her head, "No, he's my friend."
The waitress smiled.
Ben pulled up his chair and sat down. He subconsciously smiled. It seemed that in the eyes of outsiders, they were still a perfect match. Otherwise, she would not suspect that he was her boyfriend.
"You are familiar with this place. You can order." Ben said in a low voice.
Bella took the menu and looked at it carefully. She raised her head and asked him, "Mr. William, do you like fish? It tastes good."
"Sure." The man nodded.
"Then do you like ribs? They are also so good."
"Okay."
"This fried cod is also delicious. Do you want to try?"
"Yes."
Bella ordered five dishes. After that, she felt as if something was missing. Only then did she remember that it was wine.
"Mr. William, would you like some wine? You don't drive anyway." Bella asked him in a low voice.
"Have a bottle of wine." Ben said. His voice was flat.
Bella quickly ordered a bottle of wine that was considered expensive.
Bella only wanted Ben to enjoy this meal.
While waiting to be served, Bella was a little nervous. Ben held a cup of tea and looked out of the window from time to time, but unknowingly, he started to look at the girl sitting opposite him.
She sat upright, and her expression was serious. She looked innocent and youthful.
This tempting temperament was clean and natural, making people want to take it for themselves.
When this thought flashed through his mind, Ben secretly called himself an asshole.
"Bella, are you still looking for a job?" Ben suddenly asked her.
Bella pursed her lips and nodded, "Of course. Actually, I've thought about it. There should be a job suitable for me. I can play the piano and paint. If I can find a proper restaurant where I can play the piano for customers, it should be good, but if I can't find one, then I'll work part—time as a painting teacher and teach kids how to paint after school." Bella said seriously.
"I think painting is a good job for you, but as for playing the piano, I don't think you can handle those picky guests." When Ben heard that she was going to play the piano in the restaurant, he immediately thought of some drunken men staring at her. Perhaps some bold men would even harass her and tail her, which would be an absolute disaster for her, and he didn't want to see her suffer that.
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