It turned out that Felix Shaw got drunk, and before he finished his sweet talk, he fell asleep right on the dining table.
Mia Foster bared her teeth, covered her eyes with her hand, and turned her face to the side; her face fell directly onto the table, just looking at it was painful.
Luckily, Felix Shaw's face was buried in his plate, where there was still half a piece of steak left unfinished.
Taking a deep breath, Mia Foster had no choice but to call for the bill, then grabbed Felix Shaw's arm and draped it around her neck, supporting him as she staggered out of the restaurant.
"Hey, Mia? Is that you?" A male voice called out from behind as they passed a table. Mia Foster stopped and looked back. Steven British, seated at a table against the wall, was having dinner with friends.
In the dim light, dressed in a light gray suit, with his fair skin, he looked like a prince straight out of a comic book.
