{Music Recommendation: City of Angels ~ Tinashe}
Everyone around the couple stopped what they were doing, their ears almost reaching out to hear what Zyran had to say next to his wife.
They didn't need to be told, but it appeared that the new couple had a lot of fun at home. Ken, who had also heard Zyran, gritted his teeth. He didn't want to think much about what Zyran had said, but he felt stabbed in the chest.
Shameless Zyran, who didn't care about the eyes on them, bored his eyes into the girl before him.
"Will you eat, or will you have it the other way... my way?" Zyran asked, his hand on the table, holding up his face.
Mila's hands scrambled around the table until she picked up her spoon. "I'll eat," she said, burying her face in the plate and beginning to eat.
"I thought so too," Zyran smirked, taking a sip of his wine. His eyes were no longer on Mila but on his mother, who was also looking at him.