Chapter 125
Chapter 125:
Yelena maintained an innocent expression as she replied, “If you believe it, it’s true p>
If not, well, this is just an accident then. Austin’s sharp eye caught the faintest glint of mischief in Yelena’s gaze. He chuckled under his breath.
“Indeed, it’s wiser to offend a villain than to cross a woman,” he added, his voice low but amused.
Deciding to play along, Austin continued, “You’d better call the waiter and get some chili and garlic. Think about it—you’re the only child, the sole heir to your family. If something happened to you, what would your parents do p>
Without waiting for a response, Austin signaled a waiter and casually instructed them to bring the items from the kitchen.
John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the uneasy feeling growing stronger by the second. He tried to reason it out aloud, almost as though convincing himself. “Maybe I wasn’t sitting properly. Or… the chair could’ve already been unstable. And the glass—I probably just didn’t hold it properly so it slipped. Right p>
Austin, unimpressed by John’s excuses, arched a brow. “You’re just trying to fool yourself. You should take her advice seriously. Just eat and get it over with p>
Before John could argue, the waiter returned, placing two green chilies and a few peeled cloves of garlic on the table.
“I’m not eating that! Do you know what this will do to my breath? I have a date tonight—dinner and a movie. My new girlfriend is going to think I’m unbearable p>
Was he just unlucky, or was there something about Yelena that unsettled the natural order? But no matter how John rationalized it, he couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that his streak of bad luck had started the moment he met her.
“Alright,” Yelena said with a shrug, her tone casual. “If you’re not concerned about bloody misfortune, then don’t bother eating them p>
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Another waiter arrived with the dishes they had ordered, placing them on the table with practiced elegance. The enticing aromas filled the air, signaling that it was time to eat.
John smirked inwardly. “She’s just trying to scare me,” he thought, dismissing Yelena’s warning as playful theatrics. Eager to dive into the meal, he picked up his fork, ready to enjoy the special dishes they had ordered.
But as he reached out his hand, a sharp sting radiated from his index finger, followed by a line of blood trickling down.
He was fine just a moment ago, and now his finger was bleeding?
John stared at it, dumbfounded.
“What the hell p>
He frowned slightly, brushing it off as nothing, and prepared to eat.
But just as he reached for his food, there was a sudden crack. His plate split cleanly in half, the sound loud enough to draw a few glances.
John froze, his brow furrowing deeper.
A bleeding finger could be a coincidence, but this? What were the odds?
Everyone else at the table carried on, undisturbed, but for John, it seemed like a series of mishaps had locked him in their sights.