Chapter 34. Lunch

I squirmed in my seat because the gaze on me was getting uncomfortable.

Atticus hadn’t said a word since we stepped foot in the restaurant that was located in the company building.

The restaurant was way better than most five-star restaurants I had been to, and I was sure that the staff here never went outside to eat because I wouldn’t if I worked here.

It was nice to know that Atticus loved to eat here. It was a positive thing, and it would make his staff see him in a good light, though I don’t think he cares about their opinion of his person, since he had that air around him.

“Can you please stop staring at me? It’s making me uncomfortable.” I told him, “You should be eating instead. I’m sure that is a better view,” I mumbled when he still wouldn’t take his eyes off me.

“I doubt my meal is a better view, but I’ll eat since you insist,” He smugly said before picking up the fork and making the effort to finally eat.

“So, what brings you here’ He s