Looking at the unsimilar food in front of me, I pursed my lips and called the waiter again, “Please give me a normal burger with a diet cola.”
Hearing that, Juan's eyes flashed with surprise, “You don't like these dishes?”
Yes, I could not eat spicy food. I had had a bad stomach since I was a child and could not eat spicy food.
But every time I always endured it in order to cater to his taste and curiosity in every new menu.
I vaguely remembered the first time I ate out with him.
That day he got the collaboration he was dreaming of and happily treated me to spicy food.
I could not bear to spoil his mood, so I ate with him.
That night I was rushed to the hospital with a stomach ulcer.
And every time he came to my house for dinner, the nanny at home always cooked two of the same dishes. One spicy, one not spicy.
However, after so many years, he still had not discovered it.
That shows if his heart was really not with me.
‘Juan, since you don’t love me, then I don’t want to love you anymore,’ I thought.
I poured a cola into my glass full of ice and said, “I have a bad stomach and cannot eat spicy food.”
As I said that, he was typing on his phone and nodded perfunctorily in response to my words.
When he looked up again, Juan's eyes were filled with a smile and he said, “Since you don't want to eat it, I'll pack it up and bring it to Rosetta. These are all her favorite dishes."
As Juan spoke, he seemed to realize that what he said was wrong and explained, “After all, we spent money on it. It would be a waste if we don't eat it. Clara, you can't bear to waste food, right?”
When I heard that, I wanted to laugh.
But I could not laugh at that moment.
Since I did not say anything, he started to feel guilty.
“I think, Juan, eating these is not enough. Why don't you buy some desserts for Rosetta? Girls like these sweet little things.”
He seemed to think what I said was right and nodded, “You are right, I will go buy some later.”
I smiled but replied nothing.
After dinner, he drove me back to the company.
When he came across a dessert shop on the road, he parked his car on the side of the road.
Then he was seen striding towards the dessert shop.
Not long after, he was seen walking out carrying an exquisitely packaged cake box.
When we got in the car, he threw the puff in his hand onto my lap and said, “I bought one for you, too. Try it.”