"Sir, is there an issue with the dishes?"
"Not fresh enough. Find your head chef, prepare signature dishes without seafood ingredients, and bill accordingly."
I thought, "Indeed... perhaps the ingredients weren't fresh enough? After all, he's quite particular about taste."
He will no longer do anything for me.
I have severed the last chance.
I am not the one he loves, yet ironically, I have developed this self-delusional habit.
Just like now, I subconsciously think he canceled the crab feast for me.
How absurd."
I picked up a nearby cup and took a sip.
"Get this lady's wound taken care of."
His words almost made me choke on the drink in my mouth.
For the third time, all eyes at the table converged on me.
By the time I finished tending to my wound, Rebecca had already returned to Jaxton's side.
I sighed in relief. With the seafood removed, the new dishes sparked my appetite.
As everyone began toasting in turn, I buried my head in my meal, ignoring Logan's meaningful glances.
Rebecca's voice rang out. "Taylor, we've all made toasts. It wouldn't be right if you didn't raise a glass."
She had a point.