"Alright." Chad Yakov stood up, looking at the stunning Victoria Gibson in front of him, the smile at the corner of his mouth becoming even more dazzling.
He was indeed not mistaken.
His woman was a potential stock, for instance, those rich young ladies needing heavy makeup to highlight their nobility, she was clean and otherworldly even without makeup.
Chad Yakov contentedly led the dazed Victoria Gibson to the restaurant, pressing her down onto the chair.
With a raise of his hand, he spread the napkin on her knee.
Very gentlemanly, he placed the chopsticks and bowls and plates before her, and only then sat down across from her.
His elegant manner was like a prince.
His expression, gazing at her eyes, was so explicit that it made breathing uncomfortable.
Victoria Gibson held the chopsticks, all the familiar dishes in front of her, but she felt as restrained as entering a Western restaurant, not daring to make a sound even when drinking water.
