Evelyn Grant didn't notice his gaze at all. She was still muttering under her breath, "See? Everyone dresses like that. You're the only one who's so old-fashioned, not allowing this and forbidding that."
Preston Keaton's gaze swept coldly over a few of the men, but his tone was gentle as he offered a high-minded excuse. "Restaurants usually have the air conditioning on full blast. You'll get cold if you stay too long."
'It was clearly his possessiveness acting up.'
Evelyn Grant huffed softly and followed him into the restaurant, where a waiter guided them to their table.
They weren't in a private room. This table had the best view, and the restaurant's quiet and beautiful environment ensured every guest's privacy.
The Kryllos cuisine here was quite authentic. Evelyn Grant ate a lot. Seeing how much she enjoyed it, Preston Keaton slowly asked, "Should I hire the chef for The Mid-Levels?"
Evelyn Grant shook her head. "No need. I'm going back to Kryllos soon anyway."
