Chapter 18: Reginald's gazed at her

Two bouncers stood in front of each stall.

In an instant, all the things, including tables, chairs, and floors were cleaned and sanitized, covered with elegant tablecloths.

"Mr. Wordsworth, my friends all say I'm weird, I am not crazy about top- brand bags or jewelries, but I just like to come to the snack market."

A woman's voice suddenly came, so crunchy charming that it made people dizzy.

Heloise couldn't help but glance up to see two people nearby walking towards this way.

The man was really tall, more than six feet, even the long coat couldn't cover his long arms and legs. He had a handsome and flawless face, with a stern look between his brows and eyes, and he had an extremely strong aura. It is Reginald.

The woman, who wore pretty much next to nothing, stuck to him as she had no bones all over her body, and she was almost completely hanging on his arm.

Heloise wondered if she was a handicapped person.

As it turned out, Reginald had brought the woman here for a snack.

Unfortunately, the two people were seated at a table in front of Heloise's stall.

The woman sat across from Reginald, her voice dainty, "Mr. Wordsworth, do you think I'm weird, too? But I think having dinners in such a place has a very lively atmosphere, while jewelries and other top-branded things are all too cold. Mr. Wordsworth, you work in a skyscraper every day. I suggest you should come down to take a breath here."

"..."

Heloise had a chill and her blood froze.

Did these men like the girl that was so whiny?

She peeked in, only to see the woman take off her heels under the dining table and climb ambiguously up Reginald's leg on her toes.

Reginald sat lazily at the table, raising his hand to play with the valuable watch in his hand, feeling the movement on his leg, glancing at the woman opposite him. His thin lips hooked up in an evil and mocking arc.

"Are you fondling me? Is it because you want me to get you right here?"

"..."

Heloise was speechless, and she was standing in the perfect position, with a sight of such an eyesore.

These two people weren't trying to do it on the spot, were they?

Over there, the woman heard this and she took it as a hint of love instead of thinking that Reginald was resenting her. With a delicate blush on her face, she rubbed her feet even harder, crawling down the base of his thighs towards his important body parts, "Mr. Wordsworth, you're so annoying, but I love it so much ... "

How dissolute she was.

Heloise was bellyaching in her heart.

Ben Garcia suddenly leaned over, "Are you ready? First serve what you baked."

There were so many stalls here, why did he only focus on her?

"..."

Heloise was a bit displeased as she put the ready-made roast onto a plate, scattering a mess of seasoning willy-nilly, and then bowed her head as she carried the plate out.

She mumbled to herself, and she prayed that Reginald did not recognize her, God save her.

She raised her head slightly and saw that the woman had climbed onto the dining table sometime, half lying on it and twerking suggestively, pulling her V-neckline wider and lower, her teeth biting her red lips in a seductive manner.

Reginald sat there staring straight at her.

He slowly raised his hand and fondled the woman's thigh through her red dress.

The bodyguards all stood with their backs to them and were professionally pretending to see nothing.

Taking advantage of the fact that both people were focusing on each other, Heloise quickly stepped forward and retreated back by placing the dinner plate on the edge of the table.

"Wait."

Reginald suddenly called out to her, his sight falling on her.

"..."

Heloise swallowed in surprise, holding her breath and burying her head even lower.

Did he recognize her?

She couldn't see the look in Reginald's eyes at the moment, but she felt more breathless than ever when he stared at her this way.

After a long moment, Reginald's gaze averted.

Heloise raised her eyes quickly, seeing Reginald's hand withdraw from the woman's leg, and his voice became evil to the point of being extremely sexy, "Don't you want to eat barbecue? Now you are served."