Chapter 338: The tension at dinner
"It’s time to have dinner," Dylan announced. "Martha, serve the food." He carefully guided Ava to the dining table and pulled out a chair for her.
Ava’s eyes twinkled with warmth as she flashed a bright, appreciative smile before settling down. Dylan sat down next to her. When he saw Myra was just about to sit beside Ava, he stopped her.
"Myra, dear, you should serve your new boss," he said in a commanding tone.
Myra paused mid-action, blinking in surprise.
"Don’t give him a chance to complain," Dylan added. "In the future, you may get more projects."
Her lips stretched into a wide grin. With a bounce in her step, she strolled over to Nicholas’s side and picked up the serving spoon.
She filled his plates with a generous portion of pasta. "These meat balls – I prepared them," she said sweetly. She put some meatballs on his plate. "Please have some and let me know if you like them."
Nicholas arched a brow, glancing between her and the food. His gaze then shifted toward Dylan, who was watching the scene unfold with a knowing look. He knew what Dylan was doing.
’Pushing Myra toward me on purpose. What are you up to?’
"Myra is also great at cooking," Dylan said casually. "Taste it. You’ll love it."
Nicholas sighed internally, but with all eyes on him, he reached for his fork and speared a meatball. Bringing it to his mouth, he took a bite.