Domineering Lover novel Chapter 969

Rose looked at the food. Each dish was exquisite. When she was a waitress, she could only look at them from a distance. It was the first time she had sat here.

"Let's dig in." Caesar reminded.

Rose had never had a steak. Was she supposed to hold the knife in her left or right hand?

She took one look at Caesar and began to cut the steak following his example. Although the steak was very tender, she didn't cut it very well.

Why did meat get so hard to cut on a plate?

Finally, she cut off a small piece. She tried to fork it, and the next thing she knew, it was on the table.

Rose looked at the piece of meat and thought, "D*mn, that's got to be at least a hundred bucks!"

"Try this." When Rose was cutting her steak, Caesar had cut his steak into equal cubes.

"You..."

"You're new at this, aren't you? Eat mine first and I'll teach you how to use a knife and fork later."

"Oh." Rose felt a little embarrassed. She grew up eating Chinese food. Steak was too much for her.

Since these things were so expensive, she must eat them all up.

"Try the wine."

"No, I don't drink." Rose shook her head repeatedly. She never drank when she was alone with a man.

"Don't you want to try after all the money you've spent?" Caesar raised his eyebrow.

Rose thought he had a point. Maybe it'd be good enough to take her mind off the bills.

"Then I'll have a little."

Caesar poured her a third of a glass. Rose held the glass with both hands and carefully sipped it.

"How is it?"

Rose didn't like to drink. She had drunk some beer and vodka at the dorm party, and she didn't think they were good.

She didn't know whether it was because of the price or something, she didn't think it tasted bed. It even smelled good.

"Nice."

"But you can't drink too much. We have plans this afternoon." Caesar didn't know how much she could drink. He wanted to see what she would look like when she got drunk, but it couldn't be now.

"Hmm? We?"

"I'm going to buy some furniture, and you're coming with me."

"Do you trust my taste so much?" Rose figured rich men had special taste.

"Sure."

Then they started taking about furniture. Rose had worked part-time in the furniture shop, so she knew it very well. She kept talking to him about the profiteers she had met.

Unknowingly, there was not much food left on the table. Rose called the waiter to pay the bill. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Miss, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Che- check, please." Rose was really nervous. How much would it be? Ten thousand or twenty thousand?

"Miss, Mr. Peterson has already paid the bill."

Rose turned to look at the man who was holding his red wine glass. "Didn't we agree that it was my treat?"

"Did we?" Caesar downed his wine in one gulp.

Rose let him lead her away, feeling as if she had dodged a bullet.

"Caesar, I promised to treat you to dinner. I can't afford to buy you something fancy, but I can buy you something else." "Can you cook?"

"Yes." It was something she learned as a child.

"You can invite me to your home for dinner sometime."