Chapter 547
Matthias was getting really confused after getting played around by Heather. He never realized Heather
was a picky eater until that point.
“What about Thai then?” he asked.
“Isn’t that Southeast Asian too?” she shot back.
Oh d*mn. He was feeling awkward. I was in too much of a hurry. “What about spicy food?” he asked
patiently.
Heather only smiled, and it sent a chill down Matthias’ spine, for he had a feeling that he had done
something wrong. A while later, Heather said, “You’ve eaten with me a few times before, but you don’t
seem to notice my preferences.” She wanted to see how patient he would be with her, and if he would
accept her unreasonable actions.
He gazed at her with a look of resignation, since he never did notice the details. Thus, Matthias tried to
think back on the times he shared a meal with her, but it didn’t help. All he could recall was that the first
time they had a meal date was at a Western restaurant.
Since that was his only lead, he decided to bet on it. “So, Western then?” He hoped she’d say yes, so
he stared at her closely, trying to get an answer from her expression.
“I don’t really like to have Western food for lunch.” She refused him with a flimsy excuse, apparently
being as picky as she could.
Matthias was frowning now. Wow, women are hard to handle when it comes to meals. No wonder
they’re always called fussy. If it weren’t because she was the woman he liked, he would rather spend
his time with his boys. After all, women were frustrating to handle. “What about some light food then?”
Matthias was running out of ideas, and he was wondering why Heather was being so picky.
She rolled her eyes. “That’s not filling at all.” Heather was laughing in secret when she noticed how
confused Matthias was getting.
Matthias was still trying to come up with an idea, so he didn’t realize she was setting him up on
purpose. Love could turn anyone into a fool, so the usually sharp Matthias was looking a bit dumb at
that moment. “Do you have any ideas then?” Matthias didn’t want to give any suggestions anymore,
since Heather would refuse it and insult him.
Heather shook her head, pretending to be as lost as Matthias was. “I have no idea. Why don’t you
make the choice?” She kicked the ball back to his court again. Heather had decided that it would be his
fault no matter what.
In response, Matthias stared at her hand, and he remembered how he held her hand back at the
spaceship. The sensation riled his urge up, and he wanted to hold her hand in public too. A moment
later, he went through with that idea, much to her surprise. He felt nervous holding her hand, but he
pretended to be calm. In the beginning, Heather struggled, but she calmed down after that, letting him
hold her hand.
“Since you have no idea what we should eat, then hotpot it is.” Matthias had made the decision directly.
There was no time to waste, and he wasn’t accepting no for an answer. The sky was overcast, and the
air was cold, so it was the perfect time for hotpots.
“I don’t like hotpots,” Heather said in refusal. She didn’t like the smell of hotpots, so she refused to go
to a hotpot restaurant.
“But I do,” Matthias said aggressively, then he took her away.
In the meantime, Heather stared at her hand, feeling dismal. She never expected herself to end up like
that. Matthias didn’t get mad with her, nor did he keep throwing out ideas until Heather said yes.
Instead, he went straight for a hotpot, much to her chagrin and amusement. That wasn’t in her plan
though.
The hotpot restaurant’s air was filled with the smell of seasonings and boiling soup. Heather never liked
hotpot restaurants, since she didn’t want the smell to linger on her. No matter how classy a hotpot
restaurant was, the smell would still linger in the air, and having that kind of smell wafting off a lady like
her was unbecoming.
After they found a seat, Heather sat down across from Matthias. He was going to sit with her, but she
chased him to the opposite side. “You actually like hotpots?” she asked in disbelief. Heather thought
Matthias was just joking, since she thought there was no way he actually liked hotpots.
“Is that a problem?” Matthias then proceeded to order the side dishes without any hesitation, while
Heather watched him.
“Don’t you think hotpots smell weird?” Heather asked. She could feel the smell starting to stick on her,
and she had decided to dump the shirt she was wearing.
Matthias smiled. “My mother was a Clysedalean, so she brought me to hotpot restaurants all the time
when I was a kid. I like spicy food.” That was the first time Matthias brought his late mother up, and
Heather couldn’t say anything to that. She knew that his mother had passed a long time ago, so
Matthias might see hotpots as a way to pay tribute to his mother. No wonder he likes hotpots.
“The Lockes forbade me from having any hotpots and forced me to acquire table manners. They
wanted me to be a gentleman, and they saw hotpots as nothing but a pleasure for the lowly men. They
think Western food is classier, but I beg to differ. Taste is a subjective thing,” he said seriously, and he