A dinner had never been more awkward in Asher's life than the one they were currently having.
Everyone obviously had something they wanted to say, but with Xavier in the picture, they had to be careful not to say anything out of line—especially with the bad news flying around the underworld about the recent bloodshed other clans had sustained for defying him.
A maid was summoned and she dished out the food to everyone, passing around the nicely made egg sauce whose rich aroma drifted through the air like wafting goodness.
Everyone got a good portion on their plate, and now the only one who remained was none other than Xavier, whose plate was still empty.
On the maid's attempt to dish out the rice onto Xavier's plate, she was stopped by a hand gesture from him, which instantly rooted her to the spot.
"I won't eat anything you touch, girl, so my wife should be the one to serve me. No other person should have that privilege."
