Chapter 219 A Night Of Tenderness

• Griffon led Taya to the top floor of the hotel. It was a French restaurant. Sitting there, they had a panoramic view of the nighttime scenery. He seemed to have booked the entire restaurant. There was a group of waiters in tuxedos and bow ties, serving only them. The energetic French manager, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sat down on the terrace in front of them. He leaned over and handed them an extremely luxurious menu. Griffon took it and placed it in front of Taya. “What do you want to eat, Taya?” Taya opened the menu. When she saw that it was all in French, she looked a bit constipated.
• She couldn’t understand it at all. A subconscious trace of embarra*sment appeared on her fair face, and her flustered hands tucked her hair behind her hair. Griffon, who was sitting across from her, quickly stretched out his fingers to take the menu. He didn’t know what she liked to eat, so he wanted her to order for herself. However, it seemed that he hadn’t been considerate enough. Griffon felt a little guilty. He glanced at Taya, but didn’t say anything. He turned his head to the French manager and used English to order. After ordering the appetizer and the main course, he looked at Taya again. “Taya, do you want macarons or egg tarts for dessert?” He gave her a choice in an attempt to divert her attention so that she wouldn’t feel so ashamed.
• She whispered, “Egg tarts…” She liked food that was soft and sweet, and egg tarts happened to be her favorite. Griffon nodded gently. He closed the menu and signaled for the French manager to leave. On the unique, French-style dining table, a few flickering candles shone dimly on their faces. The dim light made Griffon, who was wearing a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, look extremely noble and mysterious. Holding a wine gla*s with one hand, he leaned on the leather sofa. With a pair of deep eyes that seemed to hold constellations in them, he stared at the woman across from him. Taya kept her head down. She stared at her fingers without saying a word. Perhaps it was the environment that made her feel pressured and nervous. Griffon stared at her for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The manager immediately came over. “Yes, sir?” He whispered a few words to the manager in French this time, which Taya didn’t understand. Moments later, however, a famous cellist came to the restaurant. The cellist didn’t dare to come over. He simply nodded to them, then sat in the dining room and started to play. Slow and relaxing music could be heard, which made Taya’s tense nerves slowly relax… Seeing that she was no longer on edge, Griffon raised his fingers.