3.1

Evan's POV

As I sat down, a waiter came over.

“What would you like to eat, sir?” he asked, handing me the menu.

A professional smile was on his lips.

“Mhmm… can you suggest some popular dishes from here?” I asked.

He recommended several dishes, and I got ready to order one of them. After I placed my order, the waiter left.

I was looking around. Families were hardly anywhere; mostly, it was couples and groups of friends. It would have been nice if I had come with my friends.

We would have enjoyed everything together, but I guess it’s not so bad either—it’s just that I’m bored right now. I’m not the type of person who can get friendly with anyone. I’m not exactly introverted, but I do take some time before talking comfortably with someone.

As I was thinking this, I glanced ahead at a table where a group of friends sat, laughing and talking loudly.

Just then, the waiter came back with a tray in his hand. Thank god they served dinner quickly, because I was really hungry.

This table was meant for four people, and here I was, sitting alone. No one sat beside me or in front of me, but since they didn’t have tables for just one person, I had no choice but to sit here.

Once the food was served and the waiter left, I picked up my spoon and took a sip of the chicken soup. It was so delicious I couldn’t even describe it in words.

All the food was heavenly. As I was busy eating, someone suddenly came and sat down beside me.

The moment that person’s hand wrapped around my shoulder, my eyes darted to him—and I froze. He was the same man I had seen earlier, first on the way here in the taxi, and then again in front of my room not long ago.

My heart started pounding fast. He was sitting so close, and when our eyes met, it felt like he wanted to devour me. His eyes gleamed with hunger, and when he licked his lips while staring at me, a chill ran down my spine.

“Sir, who are you? And why are you sitting here with me?” I asked, trying to push his hand off my shoulder.

But instead, his arm slid around my waist, pulling my chair closer to his.

“You’re really like a little hamster, trembling just from my touch. I want to devour you,” he said.

My eyes widened at his words. Then his big hand squeezed my waist, making me shudder. I tried to get up and move away, but his grip was so strong that even with just one hand holding me, I couldn’t escape.

I noticed so many people were there, and yet he was touching me in front of everyone.

“Why are you doing this? Let me go!”

I tried to pry his hand off my waist, pulling at his fingers, but I didn’t succeed. Then he leaned closer to my ear and whispered in a husky voice,

“If you’re done eating… then it’s my turn to have my dinner now.”

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***