Chapter 316

Reynaldo didn't even lift his head, growling low, a terrifying malevolence emanating from his whole body. I quickly signaled the boss to leave, which he did in a huff.

Reynaldo kept wiping the soup stains on his scarf, seemingly in a hurry. He even removed it and carefully cleaned it, as if it were precious. Yet, his tone had been disdainful when I gave it to him, making this unlikely.

I pursed my lips and said, "Forget it, don't wipe it. It's not valuable; we have plenty in the store. I'll buy you another."

Reynaldo stopped wiping the scarf, his head hung low, his face hidden. I continued, "As for the boss, he apologized. Let it go. It's just a scarf, right?"

Reynaldo's clothes were barely soiled; the soup had spilled only on the scarf. Ironically, I had bought him a cheap scarf—a few tens of dollars—while his down jacket cost tens of thousands.

I was pondering this when Reynaldo suddenly snorted coldly. I looked at him, bewildered. He crumpled the scarf and tossed it into the trash can. He gave a cold, self-mocking smile. "You're right, it's just a scarf."

I stared blankly, sensing his anger. I said, "If you really liked it, I'll buy another; the store has several identical ones."

"No need!" Reynaldo muttered coldly, his eyes fixed on me, his hostility intensifying. I asked, puzzled, "Reynaldo, what's wrong? Come have some Shrimp Bisque." I couldn't understand his anger.

"You drink it yourself. I'll wait in the car," he said coldly, then left. I stood and called to him twice, but he ignored me. Watching him disappear into the crowd, I sighed wistfully. Men's hearts are indeed like needles at the bottom of the sea. I'll never understand him.

The Shrimp Bisque was delicious—smooth, delicate, and tasty. Reynaldo's anger didn't affect my appetite. After finishing my bowl, I ate his as well.

The boss smiled. "Girl, you have a good appetite! Even grown men only manage one of our large bowls."

"That's because your Shrimp Bisque is delicious," I replied, smiling.

The boss smiled, then glanced in Reynaldo's direction. "Girl, you're so nice. Why is your boyfriend like that? Do you always accommodate him?"

I smiled, remaining silent. The boss continued, "It was my fault; I spilled the soup. Can you apologize for me later?"