Chapter 112: Say It Again
Zamian didn’t want to think too much about what his wife had said. How could she say something like that? His mind swirled with confusion and frustration, battling the weight of her words. He had always prided himself on being a strong, capable husband, yet her comment felt like a blow to his pride. The atmosphere in the restaurant was thick with tension, the kind that hung heavily in the air after a storm.
The waiter who was still standing at thier table their table, trying to speak, his voice low and cautious. He did his best not to look directly at Zamian, who was staring at him with an intensity that made the waiter’s hands tremble slightly. It was as if Zamian had become a storm cloud, ready to unleash his fury at any moment.
"It’s your husband who paid, Mrs. Mira," he managed to say, his tone laced with a mix of respect and fear.
The waiter felt a wave of regret wash over him for agreeing to serve this couple tonight. But why wouldn’t he? No wonder the manager had promised to double his salary for dealing with difficult clients like them. Was it always this hard to cater to wealthy patrons? Oh my! The waiter silently cursed himself for taking this job, for putting himself in this uncomfortable situation.
Mira’s mouth formed an ’O’ as she turned to Zamian, surprise etched on her face. The look only fueled Zamian’s anger further. Had she forgotten that he was wealthy? He was Zamian, a man who didn’t need to think twice before buying a country, regardless of its price. So why was she acting this way in front of him? Did she doubt his capabilities, his love, his generosity?
The truth was, the look on her face wasn’t just one of surprise that Zamian had bought their extravagant meal; it was also one of disbelief because she hadn’t seen him hand over his card. Had he ordered it beforehand? Was there something else going on that she didn’t understand? Zamian’s frustration simmered just beneath the surface.
The waiter finally inhaled slowly, feeling free at last after delivering his message. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath all this time; one small mistake could cost him his job, and he didn’t want to lose it. Speaking less had only seemed to offend Zamian further, but he couldn’t change that now.
After the waiter left, Mira began to eat slowly. She was cautious at first, her movements deliberate as she noted how quiet Zamian was, as if he were still processing her earlier words. He seemed distant, lost in thought, and she couldn’t quite decipher what he was feeling. It wasn’t that she was surprised by Zamian’s extravagant purchase; she was simply curious about his sudden change in demeanor.
Finally, she raised her head to see what he was doing, her eyes widening in disbelief. He was staring at his plate, untouched, a frown etched deep across his brow. "Are you not eating?" she asked softly, trying to bridge the silence that had settled between them.