Chapter 48

“You don’t like the salad.” Emma told Mr. Arrogant. 

He smiled halfway and nodded in affirmation. Emma was right. He despises salad.

“You should have ordered something else. Why must you eat what I ordered in the first place?” asked Emma after sipping her glass of wine.

“I was just trying to be a gentleman,” he said.

“So you’ll deny yourself pleasure to satisfy a woman?” she asked him, staring into his eyes. 

He relaxed his back on the chair and said, “It depends on the woman.”

“Or maybe women,” retorted Emma, which he laughed lightly.

“What gave you the conviction that I will show up tonight?'” Emma asked him.

“I don’t really know. My hopes were kinda high and I believed you would show up,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“And you turned up. You didn’t disappoint,” he added.

“And if I didn’t turn up?” she asked again.

“I’ll reschedule and might turn up at your gym class tomorrow with a new invitati