Two minutes later.
Standing in front of the display case, Evelyn pointed at the strawberry mousse cake. The clerk was about to pack it when Nicholas ordered several more pretty ones in a row.
Seeing this, Evelyn looked back at him.
“That’s too many. We can’t finish them.”
Nicholas lowered his gaze.
“You can’t finish one. You can’t finish ten either. Buy one and you take ten bites. Buy ten, you take one bite from each.”
Her eyes lit up.
“Is that allowed?”
His tone went cold.
“No. Don’t buy them. Don’t eat them.”
Evelyn lifted her face, smiling sweetly at him.
“Thank you, Nicholas.”
Her bright eyes caught him off guard for half a second.
He immediately turned away, refusing to meet her gaze.
“Evelyn, cut it out. Don’t look at me like that.”
The clerk finished boxing ten mousse
