Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 522

Maja was so engrossed in her food that she didn't even notice Ian.

With her right hand injured, she was left to use her left hand. Nathan had been peeling the shrimp for her, placing them directly into her bowl, where she'd eat them with a fork.

Ian took a seat just as Carlene arrived. Her face fell instantly upon seeing Maja. She had a hunch that Ian had chosen this restaurant specifically because Maja was here. Otherwise, given his spending habits, he would never be caught dead in such a place!

Despite her displeasure, Carlene couldn't voice her objections. She could only sit across from Ian.

At that moment, the waiter came over with menus.

"What would you like to eat?" the waiter asked.

Glancing at Maja's table, which was only about two meters away, Ian said, "The same as them."

Upon hearing Ian's decision, Carlene could no longer keep her dissatisfaction to herself. "Ian, I'd like to try something else," she said, forcing a smile.

Hearing Carlene's voice, Maja turned her head and finally noticed them. Her eyebrows furrowed.

Why were they here again?

Ian, holding the menu, noticed Maja looking their way. He stiffened slightly but didn't turn to look at her, playing it off as a coincidence.

Carlene thought Ian hadn't heard her, so she repeated, "Let's get something else, I don't want that combo."

But Ian just put down the menu, seemingly entranced by Maja's table.

He seemed aloof, as if he didn't hear what Carlene was saying.

A minute later, the waiter came back with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, but due to a staff error, this table is actually reserved. The guests will be arriving shortly, and we don't have any other tables available at the moment. We are truly sorry for this inconvenience. We'd like to offer you a voucher for your next visit, if that's okay."

The restaurant wasn't fancy, but it was quite popular.

Upon hearing this, Carlene's face darkened further. Already pissed, she finally had an opportunity to vent her frustrations.

"What do you mean? Do you think we're short on cash? This crappy restaurant is the last place I'd want to eat."

Carlene was seething. The night had been one disappointment after another, with a little designer overshadowing her at every turn, and now they were being asked to leave.

The waiter apologized again before suggesting, "If you don't mind, you could share a table with another group."

Carlene obviously minded. She didn't want to squeeze in with strangers.