Forbiddenly Bound To You
Chapter 111: Breakfast Date

Chapter 111: Breakfast Date

Mira paused for a moment, panic filling her eyes as she hurriedly spoke to her grandfather. "What about little Zami’s food?" she asked, frustration creeping into her voice. How had she gotten so caught up in her own thoughts that she’d forgotten about everything else?

"Her dad has everything covered," her grandpa finally replied, waving his hand dismissively, as if to say, Let this old man enjoy his news in peace.

It was then that Mira realized he had referred to Zamian as "dad" instead of just "Zamian." Did this mean he didn’t mind or, even more surprising, that he supported Mira getting back together with Zamian—her husband? A wave of emotions washed over her. She sighed, turning toward her bedroom, trying to make sense of the mixed signals swirling in her mind.

Entering her room, she felt the familiar weight of uncertainty pressing down on her. She went in to take a bath, and after what felt like ages, she was finally ready. Mira slipped into a flowing maxi skirt paired with a matching top, feeling a sense of ease settle over her. She couldn’t help but admire her reflection in the mirror, but the nagging thought about Zamian still lingered. Would today be a new Chapter for them, or just another day filled with unspoken words?

As she stepped out of her room, Mira stood in surprise, noticing a woman setting the table. Various dishes were already laid out, the aromas wafting through the air made her stomach grumble. Just as she had been wondering what to prepare for breakfast, it seemed she had come out just in time. The woman finished arranging everything, then gave a polite bow before leaving, leaving Mira with a mix of gratitude and confusion.

A little while later, the front door opened, and Zamian entered. His gaze roamed the room until it settled on her, a smile breaking across his face that lit up the entire space. "Good morning," he greeted warmly.

Mira stared at him, her lips parting in shock, as if she were waiting for an explanation. Zamian finally broke the silence. "We’re going out to a restaurant."

He watched her with a growing smile, clearly able to read the question on her face: What about the food on the dining table?

"This food here is for Zami’s great-granddad," he clarified, and Mira’s eyes widened, still at a loss for words. The unexpected revelation brought a rush of relief mixed with apprehension. Did this mean they were ready to share their life again as a family?

"We could continue our discussion about Zami there, you know," he added, prompting her to nod and finally move.

"Okay, let me go get changed," she replied, excitement bubbling within her.

Zamian, being Zamian, had already sent for clothes earlier, so he was perfectly dressed for the surprise date. Who would have thought they would still go on dates even during their marriage? But who said married couples couldn’t date each other? She felt a flicker of hope ignite within her heart, something she hadn’t experienced in a while.

Mira stepped out after changing into a short white gown that made her look stunning. Zamian couldn’t help but stare longer than he’d intended, taking in her beauty with awe. This wife of mine is the most gorgeous in the world, he thought, mesmerized by her unmatched elegance.

"So stunning," he spoke, his voice filled with admiration.

"Thank you, my lovely husband," Mira replied playfully, a smile breaking across her face. Those words made Zamian stiffen slightly; he had not expected her to acknowledge him as her husband again. It was quite a relief and a heartwarming moment for him.

Mira held a small white purse containing her bank card and a lip gloss—after all, she was just a girl at heart. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this peaceful. Maybe it was because she’d finally had a good night’s sleep—or perhaps it was the lingering memory of last night with Zamian... Oh, what was she thinking? Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as warmth crept over her face.

What was wrong with her? She exhaled and inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself, but the butterflies in her stomach refused to settle. Zamian, noticing her reaction, studied her with an amused glint in his eyes. "I wonder what’s making you blush so hard, baby," he teased.

Why was he calling her that—baby? Whatever her shameless husband was planning, he should remember they weren’t alone. Mira shot him a look, silently hoping he’d tone it down, though she couldn’t quite hide the small smile tugging at her lips.

"You fell asleep just when I was about to go for another round..." Zamian teased, his gaze playful and filled with mischief.

Mira’s cheeks flushed deeply, her eyes darting from the chauffeur to Zamian and then back again. "Zamian..." she whispered, leaning closer, trying to keep her voice low. "Mind your words."

She caught the chauffeur subtly clearing his throat, clearly aware of their playful banter. The atmosphere in the car was charged with an energy that made her heart race. Would today change everything for them?

The car finally came to a halt, and Mira let out a sigh of relief. Oh, how wonderful it felt to finally arrive! As the car came to a stop, she looked out the window, her eyes widening at the sight before her. The restaurant was extravagant, almost too beautiful to be real. It seemed like something out of a fairy tale, adorned with twinkling lights and lush greenery. She couldn’t help but stare, taking in every detail.

Zamian stepped out of the car first, and just as she reached for the door handle, it was opened for her. He extended his hand, and she placed hers gently on top, allowing him to help her out. As usual, they took the discreet entrance, adhering to their preference for privacy.

Mira had expected this, of course; this was Zemian. He preferred privacy and disliked public attention. They entered the elevator, and he led them to the upper floor. When they stopped, two men dressed in black and white bowed respectfully as they approached. Zamian didn’t need to present any identification; his aura alone was enough to command recognition. The wealth and power he exuded were undeniable, almost palpable in the air around them.

As they opened the door for him, Mira stepped inside, and her jaw literally dropped. The place was truly breathtaking. Words couldn’t capture what she was seeing. Oh my! If this was how breakfast could be, she wouldn’t mind coming here every day. But she knew, just by looking at it, that this place screamed luxury. The money spent here was likely more than she even wanted to imagine.

"This way, please," a staff member said, leading Mira and Zamian to a table for two. The table was adorned with roses and Senerp flowers, arranged beautifully. Mira’s heart warmed at the sight; she felt more than grateful. However, a nagging thought crept in—wasn’t this a bit too expensive?

The Senerp flowers on the table, the golden glassware, and the meticulously arranged tablet in the corner all hinted at extravagance. As they settled into their seats, Zamian picked up the tablet, while the lady stood a short distance away, holding another tablet. Any food that Mira or Zamian selected would be sent directly to their table.

Mira’s eyes scanned the menu, and her jaw dropped. The price of a glass of water was astonishing! Wait a minute... She almost laughed out loud. The cost of that glass of water was exactly her salary for the past month. Irony at its finest!

Mira sat there in shock,It seemed harmless enough, yet the price made her stomach twist. Would her bank account stretch for something more extravagant? She hesitated, her hand hovering over the tablet.

Across the table, Zamian’s focus was fixed on his tablet, the screen displaying a seamless connection between their orders. As he placed his order, a glass of sparkling water accompanied by a decadent breakfast dish, he glanced up and noticed Mira’s hand hadn’t moved. She looked lost in thought, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

"Are you not ordering?" he asked, his voice gentle yet curious.

Mira smiled shyly, trying to brush off the hesitation that clouded her thoughts. "Yes, I am."

But in truth, she hadn’t intended to order anything extravagant. The anxiety bubbled up within her as she considered her finances. Could her bank account handle a meal in such an expensive place? She reassured herself that she could manage; she had saved some money, and if it meant enjoying this moment with Zamian, it would be worth it. Besides, if things went well, she could always work twice as hard to replenish her funds afterward.

Mira decided to keep it simple but elegant. "I think I’ll simply order an avocado toast with a poached egg," she spoke in a soft tone, her eyes lingering on the price in surprise. The dish seemed like the perfect choice—sophisticated yet not overly extravagant. As she contemplated the deliciousness of the creamy avocado paired with the perfectly runny egg, her stomach rumbled in anticipation.

"And grape juice," she added, tapping the screen to finalize her order. The refreshing flavor of grape juice would complement the dish nicely.

The two tablets were connected to each other, so if one partner ordered, the other partner would know what the other had ordered. After a short while, the meals were served. Just as Zamian was about to start eating, Mira handed the man who had delivered the food her card.

"I want to pay for the food."

Mira didn’t need anyone to tell her that Zamian was displeased. She was used to paying for things herself and hadn’t even considered that this might be different. After all, it wasn’t like she’d been on a date before—or did she even realize this was a date?

"Umm, about that... your orders are already paid," the waiter stammered, his voice shaky as he kept his gaze down, trembling under Zamian’s intense stare. It almost looked as if he was the one who had made the suggestion, not Mira.

"If I may ask... who paid?" Mira asked quietly.

Zamian looked at her in disbelief.