Chapter 7 #2
Bianca’s sharp voice echoed inside the room as she barged in impatiently.
Elias flinched slightly at the sudden noise and immediately turned toward the door. Felix also jumped in shock and turned toward the door.
Elias took a slow breath, trying to suppress the irritation flashing across his face.
Bianca marched further inside, her expression full of annoyance.Her heels clicked sharply against the hospital floor as her gaze swept across Elias and Felix.
Elias turned toward Felix with a slightly annoyed voice.
“Find out where we can get medicine and supplements that help restore blood faster. Bianca will need them to recover.”
Felix immediately pulled out his phone and briefly turned the screen toward Elias before lowering it again.
“Mr. Creed,” he said respectfully, “I’ve already sent you a list of restaurants that prepare specialized meals for blood recovery. I made sure they use high-quality ingredients.”
As he spoke, his fingers moved quickly across the screen.
“They can deliver meals to Miss Bianca three times a day, or on demand, depending on her preference. I’ll also arrange the supplements and medicine.”
He paused briefly before adding,
“If you’d like, I can take Miss Bianca to the restaurants myself—”
Before he could finish, Bianca immediately rushed to Elias’s side and wrapped both hands around his arm, clinging to him tightly.
“I want you to take me,” she said with a bright smile, tilting her head against his shoulder. “If I’m going to eat, then I should eat with a friend. What am I going to do with your assistant?”
Felix’s expression remained perfectly neutral, though he quietly stepped back.
Elias calmly pulled his hand out of her grasp before answering, “Alright. Then let’s go. I’ll take you myself.”
Bianca’s face lit up instantly.
An hour later, the two of them walked into a high-end restaurant.
At the top of the entrance was a simple elegant cursive sign that read Maharaj Restaurant.
At the top of the building was only a simple cursive sign that read The Celestial Table. The design of the place was elegant and soft, decorated with floral patterns, fresh flowers, and subtle pastel colors that gave the luxurious restaurant a calm warmth instead of flashy extravagance.
Elias walked in first while Bianca followed closely beside him, almost brushing against his arm as they approached the front counter.
As they approached the front counter, there was only a single male employee standing there dressed in simple white clothes—a crisp white shirt and fitted white pants.
Beside him stood a woman wearing a white dress that hugged her figure elegantly beneath a long white coat. A white mask covered most of her face.
The man was also wearing a white mask.
The woman was holding a tablet while pointing at something on the screen.
“No, change this dish,” she said calmly. “Replace it with this one instead. Make it less spicy and add more garlic. It’ll be healthier and won’t taste too heavy.”
Her slender fingers tapped lightly against the menu on the screen before moving to another item.
“And soften the flavor of this one.”
“Understood,” the man replied immediately. “I’ll inform the chef.”
The moment Elias and Bianca reached the counter, both the man and woman looked up at the same time.
Their movements froze instantly.
What Elias didn’t realize was that behind the white mask, the woman was Amara.
The second she saw Elias walking into the restaurant with Bianca beside him, the look in her eyes changed completely.
The warmth disappeared. Her gaze turned cold and sharp as she stared at the two of them.
Bianca was standing close to him, smiling softly while talking to him under her breath, and Elias looked unusually relaxed beside her. There was no visible distance between them at all. To anyone watching, they looked intimate.
Amara’s fingers slowly tightened around the tablet in her hand.
“Take care of the guests, Shane,” she said quietly, her voice calm but noticeably icy as she glanced at the man beside her.
“Yes, Miss Hawk,” Shane muttered.
Without wasting another second, he quickly stepped forward and approached Elias with a professional smile.
As Elias approached, the man straightened his posture and smiled politely.
“Good day, sir,” he greeted politely. “Do you have an appointment? We can prepare a private table for you if you don’t. We have availability today.”
Elias barely glanced at the menu.
Instead, his eyes shifted briefly past the man toward the masked woman standing behind the counter before he spoke in a lower, calmer voice.
“I need to meet the chef,” he said. “I’m looking for a meal plan that helps increase blood levels, so I need to create a specialized diet plan for someone.”
The employee blinked slightly in surprise.
“We don’t create personalized meal plans.”
It was Amara who answered.
She stepped forward from behind the counter, her posture straight and composed as her cold, emotionless eyes landed on the two of them.
The moment Elias heard her voice, he stilled.
His brows furrowed slightly as he slowly turned toward her.
For a second, confusion flickered across his face.
Why does she look so familiar?
Even with the mask covering half her face, something about her eyes and voice tugged at his memory.
Elias unconsciously stared at her for a few moments longer than necessary, trying to place where he had seen her before.
It wasn’t until Bianca suddenly tightened her grip around his arm that he snapped out of it and glanced down at her.
Bianca’s expression had already darkened.
The way Elias was staring at the woman instantly made jealousy rise inside her chest. Her nails dug lightly into his sleeve.
Elias blinked once before finally lowering his gaze toward her.
She immediately turned toward Amara behind the counter, lifting her chin arrogantly.
“We’re paying you,” Bianca said rudely, her voice filled with irritation. “What exactly are you acting so difficult for? We’re not asking for it for free, are we? You’ll get more than enough money out of it.”
She crossed her arms tightly over her chest and scoffed. Her tone was shrill and disrespectful.
The atmosphere around the counter instantly became tense.
Shane’s polite smile stiffened slightly at Bianca’s tone, but he quickly straightened his posture and maintained professionalism.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said calmly while glancing between the two of them, “but as mentioned, we do not curate personal menus for individual clients.”
He straightened slightly before continuing politely.
“We do have specialty dishes focused on health and medicinal benefits. You’re welcome to dine here, and you may book tables in advance depending on availability.”
Shane picked up a menu and held it out respectfully.
“What we can do is help you choose dishes suitable for needs today.”
Elias gave a small nod. As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously drifted back toward Amara again.
“I understand you have policies,” he continued, “but I’m willing to pay for the inconvenience. Your restaurant is known for making food with medicinal benefits, which is exactly why I came here.”
He rested one hand lightly against the counter.
“Money isn’t an issue. I can pay extra for everything, including delivery.”
Shane glanced toward Amara.
She quietly gave him a small shake of her head. Her expression remained completely indifferent.
Shane immediately understood and turned back toward Elias.
“I’m sorry, sir,” he said apologetically, “but it isn’t possible.”
Before Shane could continue, Amara stepped forward herself.
“Our restaurant works with extremely limited preparation timing. Every dish is made fresh directly from the kitchen to the table. There are no pre-prepared ingredients, no advance cooking, and no stored meals. Every dish is made from scratch the moment it’s ordered.”
She folded her arms lightly in front of herself.
“We prepare fresh food with limited timing and precise ingredients. What you’re asking for would completely disrupt the kitchen process.”
Her voice became firmer.
“So no, it’s not possible.”
Bianca’s face instantly darkened.
Bianca immediately frowned deeply.
She frowned heavily before slamming one hand against the counter in frustration.
“What the hell is your problem?” she snapped loudly.
Her voice rose louder inside the quiet restaurant.
Several people inside the restaurant turned to look.
“You’re getting paid for it!” Bianca continued angrily. “So just take the damn money and do what I’m telling you to do!”
The shrillness in her voice echoed sharply through the elegant restaurant.
That was finally the last straw for Amara.
The more Bianca spoke in that shrill, entitled tone, the colder Amara’s expression became.
Without saying another word, she calmly reached up and removed the mask covering her face before casually placing it on the counter.
The second her face was revealed—
Elias froze.
His body stiffened as he stepped closer to the counter, disbelief flashing across his face.
“Amara?” he said sharply.
The name nearly came out like a breath.
“What are you doing here?”
Amara didn’t answer him.
Beside him, Bianca’s expression turned horrifyingly ugly.
Her face paled so badly it almost looked gray. She looked like she had swallowed something sharp and couldn’t force it down. Her breathing visibly became uneven as her eyes darted between Amara and Elias.
Then suddenly, Bianca snapped.
“Why are you following us everywhere?” she burst out angrily. “Do you even understand how important our time is?”
Amara completely ignored Bianca.
Instead, she turned toward Elias and spoke in the same calm, professional tone as before.
“Mr. Creed, delivery service is not possible,” she repeated evenly. “However, you’re welcome to dine here.”
She gestured lightly toward the seating area without a change in expression.