Lover Forced The Ruler

Chapter 49. Dinner

John Blackton looked confident as he stepped into the Almer Restaurant. He had already booked a private room once Lisle accepted his dinner invitation. Of course John had to scavenge his pockets deeper in order to enjoy the perfect dinner at Black Mountain's best restaurants. But everything is proportional to the results he will get later.

John's mind was filled with fun things about dinner. He was wondering what kind of response he would get when the young couple arrived here. Lesli was just a lowly employee who definitely had never eaten in such a luxurious place. And his girlfriend must be a young man who only has the ability to invite the girl to eat in small restaurants. It cannot be compared to John.

John's lips couldn't help but smile amusedly imagining the man's expression when he asked about work. Will he know the man? Didn't Lisle brag that her boyfriend also works at Diamound Group. Maybe just a small employee he didn't know or someone with a trivial task inside the company. Whoever it was, John wouldn't believe his position would be better than John's is today.

While playing his phone John who came early started to wait patiently.

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Lisle sat making distance with Kennard in the car driven by Steve. The assistant in charge of being the driver tonight made the girl wonder to herself inwardly. He just had an argument with the evil Mr. Kent about the manager John.

“Master, don't make John feel uncomfortable later, yes. We just had dinner and then went straight home. Don't tell her anything about our relationship. Also do not associate this with his work in the company..” Lisle said that as they walked towards the car parked in the Palm Garden courtyard.

 To be honest, Mr. Kent's decision to accept John's invitation to dinner made his heart flutter. John will see that Lesli has a certain relationship with his president.  It is not impossible if the company will know tomorrow. And Lisle would receive various responses that would all be equally unpleasant.

“Also tell him to keep his mouth shut. I don't want tomorrow everyone knows about us..” Lisle got into the car whose door was opened by Steve.

“Know what?” kennard said as soon as they were both in the passenger seat.

Lisle stuttered, unprepared for the question. Of course he also did not understand this unclear relationship. Although Kennard often referred to her as 'the girl of mine’ but it was an ambiguous statement. It could mean a lover or just a toy of his.

“Eh, the..” Lisle didn't know what to answer.

“What?” kennard asked again as his eyes implied a seductive gaze that Lisle was very familiar with. He was happy to make the girl misbehave with red cheeks.

“I want it that way...” Lisle turned her face away from the charming face that was staring at her. The girl secretly swallowed. Mr. Kent always looks more handsome every time Lisle observes him.

“I don't like to be set up,” Kennard said as the car started moving away from Parm Garden.

“I mean not so...”Lisle hurriedly explained. “You certainly don't want to be ashamed of being said to have a certain relationship with me ‘ right? Imagine, a president and a document introduction. What do they say later? You'll be humbled..”.

“Who would dare to humble me?” kennard said coldly.

“Eh?” Lisle was confused as to what else to say. He knew he wouldn't be able to win if he argued with this man.

While at the wheel, Steve listened to the two people's conversation with amused feelings. His master never bothered to face the fussiness of a girl. And this lady, Steve was always made to want to laugh by her behavior. How did Lisle assume her master could be forbidden from doing anything he really wanted to do? The entire Black Mountain was within the grasp of lord Kent, and the girl was always trying to argue about something trivial, hoping that her master would succumb to someone. Isn't that impossible?

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Lisle walked a bit back next to Kennard. She was like a kitten hiding behind her mother. He unknowingly holds the elbow part of the coat Kennard was wearing upon entering the restaurant that John told the girl.

The waiter opened the door to the room John had ordered, letting Kennard and Lisle in.

John heard voices outside. She thought Lisle and her partner had arrived, so John turned off his phone screen and hurriedly stood up to greet. They were nearly half an hour late, upsetting John a little and swearing in his heart. A lowly person who cannot appreciate time, it means in the heart.

A smile was prepared by John when the door opened. Yet a tall man with an elegant appearance and demeanor soured John's smile in an instant like river water returning upstream. He was shocked and confused at the same time.

Where is the girl?  Why is the president here? Who entered the room wrong? That line of questioning echoed in John's head. He did not see Lisle standing shielded behind Kennard's body. The girl stood almost stuck to the man's back.

“Tu... Mr president? Sorry, how did you get here?” John stuttered while bowing respectfully. His brain really could not guess why this man could enter his room. Did John take the wrong place? From Mr. Kent's cold gaze, there was no way the man would be mistaken for his existence.

“Didn't you invite us to dinner, public relations manager John Blackton?” Kennard spelled the name slowly with the most frosting tone. He grabbed onto her back where Lisle was clinging to like a nervous kitten, hugging the girl's waist in one light gesture.

John's eyes widened in disbelief then turned into a great horror. Lisle, that girl and Mr. Kent, how could it be?

“Darling, you didn't say hello to master John?” Kennard's voice became soft and warmer as he spoke to Lisle. He gave the girl the most affectionate look, making Lisle's cheeks meet red.

“Hallo, sir John,” greet Lisle softly and shyly.

John forgot to breathe. Can't be ‘kan this is just a skit? Mr. Kent is not a person who can be invited to do ‘play pretend to be a lover’. But then again, how could the letter-bearer and the president-master?

“Lisle.. sorry, I mean, Miss Lisle and Sir.... Si... please sit down...” John suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He fumbled in his suit pocket and got a handkerchief to wipe his wet face.

Outside, the cold early autumn winds bring the dried leaves of maple strewn onto the crowded streets. Two street artists play a sad song while putting their jackets together. His voice sounded soft and heartbreaking.

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