Overflowing Hidden Feelings: This CEO Is Hard to Please!
Chapter 851 - 851 Lets join tables together2

Chapter 851: Let’s join tables together2. Chapter 851: Let’s join tables together2. As Edward Hernandez walked over with a smile, he arrived at their table and casually took a seat. “What a coincidence, let’s share this table,” he said.

Seeing this Mr. Hernandez appear out of the blue and smiling at Victoria Garcia like that, Candy Foster felt her guard immediately go up, her whole body tensing.

Edward Hernandez looked at her and teased, “Miss Foster, I mean no harm. There’s no need to be on edge like a fighting rooster, ready to pounce at any moment. That’s not very pretty, is it?”

“You…”

Victoria Garcia cut in directly, “Since Mr. Hernandez is by himself, let’s share a table then.”

No matter what, in her eyes, Edward Hernandez was a benefactor.

Although she was now involved with Arnold Johnson, the proper respect due to a benefactor was nonetheless warranted.

“Every time you see me you call me Mr. Hernandez, it’s too formal. Just call me Paul is fine, or even Paul-brother, I won’t mind,” Edward Hernandez said with a smile, which almost made Candy Foster’s skin crawl.

Paul? Paul-brother?

Were they really that familiar? This was too flirtatious.

“Victoria, from now on, I’ll call you Victoria instead of Miss Garcia. After all, we’ve had meals together no less than ten times. All this formality of ‘Miss’ and ‘Mr.’ makes things feel distant,” Edward Hernandez was truly adept at making himself at home.

Candy Foster could not help but interject, “Our Madam Johnson and Mr. Hernandez are not that close, I think ‘Mr.’ and ‘Miss’ are more polite.”

“I’ve saved Madam Johnson’s life twice. What’s the harm if she calls me ‘brother’?” he said, then looked at Victoria Garcia jokingly, “Victoria, you agree, don’t you?”

“Then I’ll call you Paul,” Victoria Garcia replied.

“Victoria, what would you like to eat? The Pig’s Feet Rice here is the signature dish, and their Pork Offal Soup is really tasty, do you want to try it?” Edward Hernandez asked naturally.

Candy Foster felt uncomfortable no matter how she heard it but couldn’t express her anger.

Just like Edward Hernandez said, he had, after all, saved Madam Johnson’s life twice; based on that alone, she should be grateful to him, and getting upset would be disrespectful to Madam Johnson!

“Sure, let’s go with your suggestion!” Not bothered by such things, Victoria Garcia said, “Just order an extra portion of Pig’s trotters for Emery.”

“Order two more portions, I want one as well,” he said, teasing Candy Foster with a smile, “I never realized we both have a carnivorous streak. We’ve got something in common. Next time we have meat, I’ll ask your Madam Johnson to bring you along!”

Feeling slightly better upon hearing this, Candy Foster managed to crack a smile for Edward Hernandez to see.

Soon, the meal they ordered arrived.

Whether they were meat lovers was apparent now; Edward Hernandez and Candy Foster were quite the pair, unabashedly gnawing on pig’s trotters, completely unconcerned about appearances.

After consuming two plates of pig’s trotters, the two surprisingly became much chattier, as if their relationship had warmed up in an instant.

Indeed, foodies tend to form bonds more easily with other foodies.

During the meal, all three of them had a great time overall, and the atmosphere was pleasant.

Having enjoyed their meal, Edward Hernandez insisted on paying, as per his belief that a man should not let a woman pay. As a result, Amelia Wilson did not try to fight him for the bill.

The trio then left the restaurant together, but as soon as they stepped out, they were unexpectedly ambushed by a group of attackers targeting Edward Hernandez, Victoria Garcia, and Candy Foster.

The scene unfolded so swiftly, it practically blinded Victoria Garcia’s eyes and scrambled her brain.