Handsome, tall, and very chic, the prince exuded an aura of security and power. He looked at Maxime coldly.
"Enjoying the coffee?"
"I was. Not anymore."
He pursed his lips in a satisfied smile. "I bet!"
"What are you doing here? Are you so sick with jealousy that you follow her every step she takes?"
“Jealous of you? Ridiculous. But it is true that I know exactly where she is at all times. Better watch your back."
The Chef frowned. The driver! That's who warned the prince.
Quarin continued, narrowing his aristocratic blue eyes. “Look, dude. The fact that you go sniffing after my girlfriend already makes my hands itchy. I have not yet taken any drastic measures against you because, to my knowledge, you have not yet crossed the line. But if I learn that you have imposed any unwanted a
