Chapter 8 He Did It on Purpose
Samuel smirked. "Got any recommendations?"
"Queensland scallops, Boston lobster, Muzan veal steak, cream of mushroom soup..."
"How do you make the cream of mushroom soup?" Samuel's voice was deep and smooth.
Layla thought, 'How would I know? I'm not a chef.'
But she politely replied, "Sorry, let me check with the chef and get back to you."
Reluctantly, Layla went to the kitchen and came back with the recipe.
"Would you like the cream of mushroom soup?"
"I'll have the Muzan veal steak," Samuel said.
Layla gripped her pen tightly, forcing a smile. "Alright."
She thought, 'He better tip well for all this hassle.'
"What wine would you like?"
"How about Lesco red wine? I just got back from abroad last week..." The woman, eager for attention, chimed in.
"Sorry, miss, we don't have that wine here."
Samuel pulled out two large bills and placed them on the table.
"Thank you... Mr. Holland." Layla took the money and spent half an hour searching for the wine.
Sweating, she returned with the bottle, only to see him elegantly swirling a glass of wine, a slight smile on his lips. "An '82 Lafite isn't bad either."
Layla was speechless and wanted to throw the bottle at him. He was clearly messing with her.
"Mr. Holland, this wine was specially bought for you. I'll pack it up for you."
"I don't need it anymore."
Layla glared at him, furious. "You asked me to get it. We didn't have it originally."
"I didn't say you had to buy it."
He was being unreasonable.
Layla clenched her fists, reminding herself that hitting a customer would land her in jail.
"So, Mr. Holland, are you trying to skip out on the bill? I'll call the police."
"Go ahead. I'd love to see how the police handle a restaurant forcing a customer to buy something."
Layla ground her teeth. "Enjoy your meal."
The woman forced a smile and asked, "Mr. Holland, do you know her?"
"No."
"But it seems... you have a special interest in her."
To put it bluntly, he was teasing her.
"Do you think I'd be interested in a little girl like that?" Samuel's cold gaze flicked to Layla, who was clenching her fists and muttering to herself, probably cursing him.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it."
The woman consoled herself, 'There's no way the heir of the Holland Group would be interested in a mere waitress.'
"If your company changes personnel at the last minute again, the deal is off," Samuel said coldly, setting down his wine glass. "Dealing with unprofessional people is a waste of my time."
"I'm sorry..." The woman quickly apologized.
The meal dragged on for over two hours, with Layla being summoned multiple times until her legs were sore.
She was really unlucky to be toyed with by a guy like that.
Didn't he notice the woman's face turning green?
Finally, at 10:30, they finished dinner.
"Tonight's dinner was enjoyable. Thank you for your service," Samuel said, looking at her with a meaningful smile.
'Was that a wicked grin of success?'
At his age, still playing pranks, Layla just wanted to punch him.
"You're welcome."
After they left, Layla noticed he had left an extra $20,000, the cost of the wine.
Layla ran out with the bottle. "Mr. Holland, your wine."
"Keep it."
"I don't drink."
"Really?" Samuel raised an eyebrow and asked.
Layla felt inexplicably guilty. "That night was an accident."
She could count the times she'd drunk on one hand.
"Drinking because of a breakup?"
"Did you come here just to see me tonight?"
Samuel stopped, giving her a cold look. "Have you looked in a mirror?"
He wasn't here to chase after a girl, though running into her was unexpected. Otherwise, he would've left right away.
Layla clenched her fists. "I hope this is the last time we meet." She grabbed the wine and went back to the restaurant.
Half an hour later, the restaurant closed.
"Damn, I'm gonna miss the bus." Layla sprinted to the bus stop.
A white Bentley pulled up beside her. In the back seat, Samuel watched her with a calm, detached smile.
'She's surprisingly fast with those short legs.'
'Why is he back? Didn't he say this was the last time we'd meet?' Layla tried to speed up, but a wave of nausea hit her, and she stopped to dry heave.
Layla's face turned pale. Could she be pregnant?
She reassured herself, 'I took the pill. No way I'm that unlucky.'
At this moment, she still didn't know that Samuel had secretly replaced her birth control pills with Vitamin B.