The off Mood

After work, Ava went to the 'Venice restaurant'. When she got there, it was half-past five.

The setting sun was warm, and the golden light shined on the earth beautifully. Ava stood in front of the restaurant to appreciate the scenery.

After passing a spectacular stone bridge, Ava sat on a boat. "Venice restaurant" was a restaurant with a very unusual style. As it was an Italian-themed restaurant therefore to give the original feeling of Venice they make Guests enter the restaurant by crossing the lake by boat.

The afternoon sunlight sprinkles on the water, making it look like thousands of glowing diamonds. The wind was light and the heat was soothing. The atmosphere was very beautiful.

"Hello, Miss Green. Mr. Knight is waiting for you." As soon as she entered the door, the waiter said warmly.

Ava was surprised, how did the waiter know that it's her? She looked around, and there was no other guest in the huge restaurant. Did Oliver book the whole place?

"Swagger," Ava muttered in a low voice.

In the middle of the restaurant, Oliver dressed in a white shirt and black slacks was sitting like a gentleman, when he saw Ava coming he gave her a charming smile.

"There you are," Oliver said in a lively manner.

Ava sat down opposite Oliver and looked at him.

"What would you like to eat?" Oliver took the menu and handed it to Ava.

While browsing the menu, Ava thought, why not choose the most expensive dish. She circled the dish and gave it back.

Oliver didn't look at the menu, he just asked the waiter to bring the same dish for both of them.

Ava looked at him in disbelief, "You didn't even see what I ordered."

"You're my wife. I'll eat whatever you eat." Oliver said happily.

"Mr. Knight, please watch your words. Who is your wife? I am not even your girlfriend, and I thought you said I am not qualified to be your wife." Ava said sharply.

"Do you admit that you slept with me?" Oliver looked at Ava with a rare softness in his eyes.

Shit! Ava scolded herself in her heart.

"And as for the qualification of being my wife, I can make anyone qualified to be my wife as long as I want to".

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and Ava could not refute that. Sure enough, she will never win with this man.

A few minutes later the waiter came with the dishes. They started to eat in silence. Oliver was in a good mood. It was a pleasure for him to torment Ava.

"Mr. Knight, Did your mother come to the hospital today? Your uncle said she just came back from the USA." Ava hesitated before asking him.

Oliver's hand that was cutting the steak paused and he thought, damn it, she came back so soon.

Ella Knight and Michael Jones had a good relationship since childhood. Ella Knight always relied on her brother. She trusted him very much. No matter what Oliver says against him, his mother wouldn't listen. Oliver hated Michael Jones very much. This time, he managed to find an excuse to send her mother out of the country. Unexpectedly, she came back so soon.

"Probably!" Oliver said lightly.

"Probably? You don't know?" Ava asked confused.

However, Oliver did not say anything and kept eating as if she was not there. But Ava didn't stop prying she was really curious about his and his uncle's relationship so she asked with great interest, "Can I ask you why you hate your uncle so much?"

"Eat quietly! Ask these questions when you truly become my wife." Oliver said unpleasantly, then picked up the wine glass and put it on his lips to drink. He had no desire to discuss his family affairs with her.

He seems angry! Ava frowned, why was he angry, did she say something wrong? she was confused but kept quiet for the rest of the meal.

The warm wind was blowing very slowly and they were sitting on a small boat together. The sparkling water at that moment looked even more beautiful than before when she arrived.

Oliver was silent the whole time. The moonlight was scattered on his body, his eyes were always downcast, somehow it felt like he was very lonely. At that moment he didn't look like a domineering CEO, who bully others instead he looked like a lost man, she wondered which of the Oliver Knight was real?

She never understood why he was chasing her, there must be a lot of qualified elegant women around Oliver, He could have chosen whoever he wanted then why he insisted to make her his woman. She will be a fool to thinks that he fell in love with her because he was a playboy so there must be a reason for him to be interested in her.

Outside the happy community.

The light in the car was dim. Ava unbuckled her seat belt and was ready to get off.

The whole evening Oliver seemed very off, he didn't joke or flirt with her. Ava felt embarrassed for bringing up his uncle at dinner. She realized later that shouldn't have asked such a private question to him, after all, they hardly knew each other. Why would he answer her question?

"Thank you for inviting me to dinner," Ava said lightly.

Oliver looked at her indifferently, without any expression on his face he said. "You don't need to thank me."

With that Ava got out of the car. This date obviously was a waste, the most important questions were not discussed and her father was still in custody.

The whistling sound of the car came into Ava's ear and she turned only to see the black Lamborghini disappeared into the corner.