Chapter 72- You hungry?
"Partners? You mean... partners in bed?"
Monna’s expression immediately darkened.
That night was far from a pleasant memory for her. Getting drunk and ending up in bed with a guy she didn’t even like at first? No woman would enjoy that—especially when it was her first time. On top of that, he’d practically exhausted her. The next day, her whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together wrong. For days, her waist and back ached so badly she grit her teeth in frustration.
But hey, she did drink. And if she remembered correctly, she was the one who had thrown herself at him.
So here she was, silently suffering in bitterness, unable to vent her frustration.
All that anger had nowhere to go except to coldly treat Norton—the main culprit—with the silent treatment.
Just as Monna’s irritation was rising, Norton glanced at her, then calmly raised his hand to call the waiter over. After confirming that the dishes he and Sean had ordered hadn’t even been prepared yet, he told the waiter to cancel Sean’s order and pushed the menu over to Monna.
"Monna, pick whatever you like."
His considerate gesture made her glance at him again, but the way he said "Monna"—so casual—and even added the polite "you" in that formal tone, only fueled her irritation.
Still, she forced a distant smile and replied coolly,
"Alright."
Then she lowered her head to browse the menu. Norton stared at her beautiful brows and eyes, feeling a lump stuck in his throat.