My Wife Act Differently Behind Me novel Chapter 1253

"This way, please." The manager got what Jared meant and guided him and Fiorella to a relatively good spot at the restaurant.

The manager was unsure why Jared did not sit at his usual spot, thus helping him to another seat instead. The scenery at the new seat was not as good as the place Jared and Nicole often frequent at.

"Mr. Johnston, please take a look at our menu." The manager handed the menu to him.

"Ladies first. Ms. Fisher, you can order first." Jared signaled the manager to hand the menu to Fiorella. The manager immediately handed the menu to Fiorella and said respectfully, "Ms. Fisher, please take a look at our menu."

"Okay.' Fiorella looked up at the manager, then took the menu and glanced at Jared. "Since you insisted, I'll order first."

Jared looked at her and nodded. Fiorella opened the menu and scanned it while the manager waited for her to order. She flipped the menu to the last page but did not order. The manager watched Fiorella fidgeting around, assuming she was conflicted about what to order, so he asked, "Ms. Fisher, do you need me to have some recommendations for you?"

"Yeah. You can recommend to me what Mr. Johnston would usually order." Fiorella placed the menu down and looked at the manager. The manager's smiling expression froze for a moment, and he glanced at Jared.

Jared instantly knew what Fiorella meant. He looked at the manager and said, "It's normal for Ms. Fisher not to know what to order for the first time. Ordering the same dish as I am, is not wrong either. We'll take two, and also my wine."

The manager let out a huge sigh of relief when Jared understood the situation he was in and said, 'Yes. I will prepare it right away."

The manager was scolded by Jared before for not serving his meal in time. He now felt the need to perfect his service in catering Jared. He scurried to the back kitchen and gave out instructions to the chef.

"Mr. Johnston ordered two of the same dishes today. Prioritize their dish."

"Yes."

"This is Mr. Johnston's wine. Go and serve it." The manager did not want things to be made difficult by Fiorella, so he sent a server over.

The waiter cautiously walked over to their table with the red wine in hand. Fiorella noticed the manager was not attending to them. Instead, it was a waiter. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. 'It seems that the manager was intimidated by me. I probably must be the first person ever to want the same meal as Jared,' she thought.

The manager had been keeping a close eye at Fiorella's direction from the front desk. He was puzzled when he noticed that the waiter had returned without doing anything.

The manager thought, 'She didn't make things difficult for him. Did I do something wrong, or have I analyzed the situation wrongly?'

"Ms. Fisher, what do you think of the ambiance here?" Jared chatted with her casually.

"The ambiance here is quite nice, but it doesn't seem like a great seat." Fiorella looked at Jared pointedly. Jared knew what she meant. However, he looked into her eyes and did not answer.