?Chapter 658


    "Be, I-"


    Before Justin could finish, a coy voice was heard in the back. "Master, sorry for showing upte!"


    Be turned back and saw her apprentice, Roza. Feeling a lift in her mood, Be beamed.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    "Roza, you''re notte at all! I was concerned you might not make it because you''re busy with your show in Paris."


    Roza came over and embraced Be. "I will never miss any party you invite me to. You can bet I''ll always be there."


    It was then that Roza took notice of Justin, whose presence was hard to ignore beside Be.


    Her face fell. "Are you going to enjoy the feast with him, master? Won''t you lose your appetite?"


    Be nced indifferently at the man. "You took the words right out of my mouth."


    Though hurt, Justin said shamelessly, "You don''t have to look at me if I''m affecting your appetite, Be."


    However, Justin would never move to another table.


    Roza rolled her eyes. The bastard knew no shame.


    "You''re taking up a lot of space. Am I blind to just not see you?" Be smirked in rage.


    "You can close your eyes." Since Justin enjoyed her little pouty tantrums, he could not resist teasing her.


    "How am I supposed to eat then?" Be, despite her high IQ, fell for it.


    "I''ll feed you." Justin leaned closer to her, his husky voice lingering in her ear.


    Feeling a tingling sensation coursing through her nerves, she tried to move her chair further away from the man in a fluster.


    To her dismay, Justin read her mind and reached his arm behind her back to hold her still in ce. "You!" As rosiness crept onto her cheeks, Be stared angrily into the man''s tender eyes.


    "We are just sitting together for dinner, Be. Please, don''t go." Justin furrowed his brows, his eyes reflecting his yearning for her.


    "Justin."


    Be extended her hand to grip the man''s wrist with force in retaliation and revenge.


    Her hand was not big enough to hold his wristpletely. Despite her best efforts to give him physical pain, Justin was instead hurt on the inside. "I once sat with you to enjoy food together as your wife. It was all I ever wanted to do. But now, it makes me sick to eat with you."


    Crestfallen, Justin withdrew his arm around her waist in resignation, as if his soul had left him.


    "I''m sorry, Be."


    "It''s Aunt Celeste''s birthday. Don''t say anything that will dampen the mood."


    While Be was filled with a mix of emotions, she wanted to put things behind her. "Never mind. You can sit wherever."


    She acted like she was doing him a favor.


    Even so, Justin did not want to let the opportunity slip.


    "Ugh, have I got a story for you, Master! I ran into a well-dressed moron on my way here. Tsk! Talk about bad luck." Sensing tension between the former couple, Roza changed the topic to distract Be.


    Justin took the ss and sipped on water.


    Roza, a top-notch designer, was aloof in public, but she was a crude brute when talking to her master.


    "Oh? Tell me what kind of moron he is." Be blinked with interest.


    "Cough, cough, cough..." Justin put his hand over his chest and coughed.


    He was too quick to judge.


    "I got into an ident on my way here."


    Be and Justin were shocked.


    For someone who had just been in a car ident, Roza sure appeared rather indifferent about it.