His Domineering Lover
Chapter 969

Rose looked at the food. Each dish was exquisite. When she was a waitress, she could only look at them from a distance. It was the first time she had sat here. "Let's dig in." Caesar reminded.

Rose had never had a steak. Was she supposed to hold the knife in her left or right hand?

She took one look at Caesar and began to cut the steak following his example. Although the steak was very tender, she didn't cut it very well.

Why did meat get so hard to cut on a plate?

Finally, she cut off a small piece. She tried to fork it, and the next thing she knew, it was on the table.

Rose looked at the piece of meat and thought, "D*mn, that's got to be at least a hundred bucks!" "Try this." When Rose was cutting her steak, Caesar had cut his steak into equal cubes.

"You..."

"You're new at this, aren't you? Eat mine first and I'll teach you how to use a knife and fork later." "Oh." Rose felt a little embarrassed. She grew up eating Chinese food. Steak was too much for her. Since these things were so expensive, she must eat them all up.

"Try the wine."

"No, I don't drink." Rose shook her head repeatedly. She never drank when she was alone with a man.

"Don't you want to try after all the money you've spent?" Caesar raised his eyebrow.

Rose thought he had a point. Maybe it'd be good enough to take her mind off the bills.

"Then I'll have a little."

Caesar poured her a third of a glass. Rose held the glass with both hands and carefully sipped it.

"How is it?"

Rose didn't like to drink. She had drunk some beer and vodka at the dorm party, and she didn't think they were good.

She didn't know whether it was because of the price or something, she didn't think it tasted bed. It even smelled good.

"Nice."

"But you can't drink too much. We have plans this afternoon." Caesar didn't know how much she could drink. He wanted to see what she would look like when she got drunk, but it couldn't be now.

"Hmm? We?"

"I'm going to buy some furniture, and you're coming with me."

"Do you trust my taste so much?" Rose figured rich men had special taste.

"Sure."

Then they started taking about furniture. Rose had worked part-time in the furniture shop, so she knew it very well. She kept talking to him about the profiteers she had met.

Unknowingly, there was not much food left on the table. Rose called the waiter to pay the bill. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"Miss, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Che- check, please." Rose was really nervous. How much would it be? Ten thousand or twenty thousand?

"Miss, Mr. Peterson has already paid the bill."

Rose turned to look at the man who was holding his red wine glass. "Didn't we agree that it was my treat?"

"Did we?" Caesar downed his wine in one gulp.

Rose let him lead her away, feeling as if she had dodged a bullet.

"Caesar, I promised to treat you to dinner. I can't afford to buy you something fancy, but I can buy you something else." "Can you cook?"

"Yes." It was something she learned as a child.

"You can invite me to your home for dinner sometime."

"My home? Are you sure?" Rose felt that it should at least be a restaurant.

"Yep, it's better than any restaurant." Caesar got on the car. Looking at his back, she felt that this man was so strange.

Why did he say that? Didn't he think the expensive lunch they had just had was good enough?

Because of what had happened this morning, Caesar took Rose to another shopping mall.

"Are you decorating a new home?" Rose was very curious. He must be some rich guy from a big family.

Did a man of his stature need to buy the furniture himself?

"No, I'm just changing some furniture." Caesar said with a cold look in his eyes.

"Okay." Rose didn't find it strange. Anyway, he was a strange man himself.

They arrived at a furniture shop. Rose got really excited. "Wow, this one is so beautiful! Wait, that one is nice, too."

The furniture here was not only diverse in style but also beautiful and novel.

Caesar was amused. Didn't she work at a furniture shop before? Why was she so excited?

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah."

"Then pick out something you like."

"But you may not like what I like. As far as I know, most men prefer dark furniture, but I prefer light. I think I can't do it for you."

"I will like whatever you like."

"Well, fine. Do you want to change all the furniture?"

III. H

I guess.

Rose browsed the whole store and picked out a lot of things, like sofa, tables and carpets.

"Are we done?"

"No. You forgot the curtains and the wallpaper."

"You're gonna change these?"

"Why not?"

"All right." Rose said. It was already dark by the time she was done.

"Are you hungry? To thank you for the afternoon, let me treat you to dinner tonight."

"No, thanks. You already bought me lunch."

All the furniture he bought this afternoon was prohibitively expensive. He was richer than she had imagined.

"You should get used to it."

"What?" Rose looked at him in confusion. What was he saying?

"Nothing. You're not allergic to seafood, right?"

"No, but won't it be very expensive?"

Caesar chuckled and directly took her hand to get into the car.

Rose looked at his big hand. His palm was calloused, but it gave her a sense of security. She was reluctant to take her hand from it.

He took her to the most luxurious seafood restaurant in the city.

She looked at the restaurant decorated like seaworld and said, "Caesar, I think it's too expensive. Let's go to a spicy hot pot."

"What's that?" Caesar seemed to have never heard of it.

"It's like a spicy hotchpotch. I love it."

"Is it delicious?" Caesar asked.

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