Inside the hot pot restaurant.
A copper pot sat on every table, the boiling broth steaming with white smoke. Sydney Sawyer picked up the serving chopsticks and would occasionally feed Sebastian Lockwood a piece of food. From time to time, she would lean in to whisper something in his ear, looking incredibly intimate.
"Mr. Shaw, why aren't you eating?" Chester Sawyer asked the man beside him.
"I'm going to the restroom."
'He wasn't sure if he'd been invited here for dinner or just to be force-fed their PDA!'
He'd known Sebastian Lockwood for years, but he'd never seen the man act so damn flirty and pretentious.
'It's not like you're actually blind or don't have hands! Making that poor girl wait on you!'
'So dramatic!'
'So phony!'
'It's unbearable to watch!'
Plenty of people had always had a crush on Sebastian Lockwood. In Aethelgard, some girls even faked illnesses just to book an appointment with him. But Donovan was never jealous.
