r 52: Emma Johnson and George Stew Sitting Togeth
What was going on? Where had the little dumpling gone? Wasn’t this seat hers? Why was Mr. George sitting here now? Was this seat meant for the little dumpling or Mr. George?
What had she just done? She had picked a piece of beef for Mr. George. Could she take it back? Wouldn’t that lead to misunderstandings? At that moment, Emma wished she could just disappear, When had she become so careless?
She hadn’t even looked properly at who it was before offering them food. Would this lead to unnecessary gossip?
Observing her embarrassment, George raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, amusement dancing in his eyes. His charming face showed no surprise as if he had anticipated her sitting next to him.
“Um Mr George, where’s the the little dumpling?”
Trying to mask her embarrassment. Emma adjusted her glasses. The little dumpling went to sit with the students; they’re right across from us.“George gestured slightly, indicating the group
So, was this seat originally for George? Had he just stepped away for a moment? She certainly had a knack for picking seats, she had casually chosen one and ended up next to him
“Um, Mr. George, I’m sorry. I thought this seat was for the little dumpling, so I served her food.” Emma forced a smile to navigate the awkwardness. “There’s no need to worry. I believe in not wasting food, plus I noticed you’re using a shared fork.”
Shared fork? She realized she had indeed been using one. That meant he had been sitting next to her for a while, and she hadn’t even noticed. How distracted had she been? Emma felt a mix of embarrassment and awkwardness.
she fidgeted nervously.
“Ah, Mr. George, the food here is quite good,” she added quickly. She wasn’t great at small talk, so she
Now that her moment of embarrassment had passed, she pondered how to eat. With a charming and handsome man beside her, she couldn’t just stand up and grab more dishes. To appear refined, she could only pretend to enjoy the few items in front of her.
Having spent over a month in Maplewood Village, it had been ages since she’d had meat. Every day consisted of vegetarian meals and bread. If not for her dad insisting she bring snacks, she might have thought she’d starve. It wasn’t that the villagers didn’t offer her food; she just wasn’t used to their cooking
Earlier, she had spotted a beef stew with spices on the table, her eyes lit up. She loved spicy food, whether chill or other seasonings–both were her favorites
When dining with Luc, Mayline always prepared a dish with red chili; otherwise, she wouldn’t eat much. Luc often teased her, saying, “What kind of woman only eats spicy food? It’s not very ladylike.”
Seeing the spicy beef cube, she eagerly picked up a piece. Her appetite surged, and just as she was about to indulge, someone interrupted:
-Switch seats with me, anyone?”
George picked up food from his plate with grace, chewing slowly and quietly, his posture elegant
As for her, despite having learned some etiquette while dining with Luc, her eating habits returned to how they were with her family. She wasn’t exactly wolfing down food, but she was far from refined
Noticing her discomfort, George gently asked, “Is something wrong with the food?”
His voice was soothing like a gentle stream. Any girl nearby would have felt her heart race.
Emma chuckled awkwardly. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Suppressing her hunger, she picked up her fork and sampled a golden steamed bun. “Crisp, fragrant, delicious”
A smile Ingered on Georges lips, has clear eyes sparkling with amusement. His refined features captivated Ariane, who sat not far away
The fork she held nearly slipped from her grip. How had she overlooked Emma’s spot? Why was she always so lucky? Just by randomly choosing a seat, the ended up next to Mr. George. What a stroke of luck!
Glancing at the people beside her -unpleasant a
lose her appende
No, she needed to swap seats with Emma
and with poor table manners–she felt disgusted. They were like a bunch of country bumpkins, making her
Determined, she pulled out her compact minor to check her makeup.
Satisfied that her appearance was intact, she put the mirror away, rose gracefully, and walked toward Emma in her heels.
Emma was focused on the vegetarian dishi when Ariane tapped his shoulder, catching his attention.
“Doctor Johnson, I think the dishes here are more to my taste, but I can’t reach them from where I’m sitting. Would you mind swapping seats with me?” Ariane said with a bright smile, her eyes occasionally drifting toward George.
Finally, a solution! Emma nodded immediately, quickly getting up to give his spot to Ariane and moving to her former seat
George’s handsome face turned slightly cold, then curved into a smile: Did she think she looked appealing? Was he that intimidating?
At a buffet, moving around is always acceptable. Otherwise, what’s the point?
Emma had already taken Ariane’s original spot, and others began to shift around as well.
Just as Ariane settled in, exchanging smiles with George, he stood up and left. He joined some fellow teachers, engaging in lively conversation, not glancing at her even once
Did he do it on purpose? Or did he not see her?
Why hadn’t he left when Emma was sitting there? Did he leave because he noticed her coming over?
