Brother-in-law

There were a moderate number of people in the Western Restaurant.

In Metropolis, expensive restaurants would never lack customers as long as the chef's skills were up to standard.

"Their steak is pretty good here," Arnold Johnson said with his arm around her waist as they entered the restaurant, whispering softly into her ear. "But it's not as good as the ones I make."

Seeing his confident and happy expression, Victoria Garcia teased, "What's the difference?"

"Mine has more emotion in it." He laughed, his eyes filled with deep affection towards her.

His gaze was like an electric current that shot through her entire body in an instant.

Victoria instinctively bit her lip, unable to hide the laughter and shyness in her eyes.

Before they could even reach their table, a loud, feminine voice interrupted the tender moment.

"Brother-in-law!"

At the sound of the word 'brother-in-law,' Victoria's previously happy and shy mood abruptly froze. She felt humiliation and shame.