Chapter 219
"Since we're off duty, why not have lunch together? We still have work this afternoon—it won't do to go hungry." Clara Green smiled gently, though her eyes remained distant.
Luna White pressed a hand to her empty stomach. She did need to replenish her energy. Every time she used her acupuncture skills, it drained her supernatural abilities. Without enough fuel, she'd be shivering from the cold by afternoon. She couldn't keep relying on Andrew to act as her personal heater.
"Alright, let me change first." As Luna turned, she caught the faint scoff from Maya. "There aren't any decent restaurants around here. You'll have to make do."
"There's a car waiting outside," Clara said, smoothing her skirt. "There's a bistro not far from here—quiet, perfect for conversation."
A bistro? Luna's eyebrow arched. So this was meant to be a power play.
A black luxury sedan waited outside the hospital. Luna's stomach sank. So Andrew wasn't just some ordinary man who could cook and do laundry—he was the son of a high-ranking official?
The restaurant was elegantly furnished. Under the glow of crystal chandeliers, Clara slid the menu toward her. "Dr. White, what would you like?"
"You choose." Luna kept her expression neutral.
Maya snorted. This country bumpkin probably couldn't even read the menu.
Clara ordered three steak meals. The moment the server left, she cut straight to the point: "Andrew never mentioned having a fiancée."
"Funny, he never mentioned his family either," Luna countered, meeting her gaze. If this woman came looking for a fight, there was no need for pretense.
"Then I'll be blunt." Clara lifted her teacup. "You and Andrew aren't suited for each other."
"Suited or not, that's not for outsiders to decide." Luna tapped the table lightly with her fingertips.
"Andrew's father is a district leader, and he's the favorite youngest son." Clara set down her cup with a sharp clink. "Do you really think you can fit into a family like that?"
The steaks arrived just then. Clara picked up her knife and fork with practiced grace, Maya mimicking her movements like a poorly rehearsed performance.
"Need help?" Clara glanced pointedly at the untouched cutlery before Luna.
Luna calmly picked up her knife and fork. A flash of silver, and the steak was neatly divided into perfect, even pieces. She dipped a bite into the black pepper sauce, her movements fluid and effortless.
Maya's fork clattered onto her plate. How was this possible? That village girl shouldn't know the first thing about dining etiquette!
Clara's eyes narrowed. The plan had just hit an unexpected snag.