Chapter 47
"True that! She's probably just like Lina, trying to squeeze scash out of William."
"What a sucker. He was burned once and still didn't learn his lesson, falling into the strap twice."
| was used to these comments and did not let them bother me. However, Felicia's face turned from red to pale as
she quietly let go of my arm.
| felt guilty immediately. She just wanted to have lunch with me, yet she had to endure their insults. | had initially
planned to take her to a nice restaurant, but now | changed my mind. We were definitely going to Black Dragon,
the Michelin-
starred place.
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As we reached the campus gate, | spotted a familiar car-Ryan's red BMW X5. Before | could say anything, a
familiar perfwafted by, and Lina rushed eagerly toward the car. She was running like she was in some
cheesy teen , looking all innocent and pretty.
Ryan stepped out of his car, wearing a leather jacket despite the heat, trying to look cool in his sunglasses.
"Ryan, have you been waiting long?" Lina asked sweetly.
"Babe, waiting for you is never a problem. Who else would | wait for? Didn't | tell you? I could wait for you
forever."
"You're so sweet. You're like my guardian angel, always watching over me."
"I'd rather be your knight."
"You're not just my knight, you're my prince."
"I'm gonna be sick," | muttered under my breath. Then, | asked Felicia, "Do they always talk like this?"
Felicia nodded with visible disgust. "It's even worse when they're on the phone. They'll baby-talk and make
kissing noises for hours."
| felt even more sympathy for Felicia now. If Matthew ever sat in our dorm making kissy noises to Isabelle on the
phone, Benjamin, Liam, and | would probably gag him with a sock.
"Con, let's grab sgood food. Ever heard of Black Dragon?" | needed to leave before | lost my appetite
completely.
"The Michelin-starred restaurant?" Felicia's eyes went wide. "We can't go there! Have you seen their prices? Even
an appetizer costs over 100 dollars!"
Of course, | knew. Not only that, but just reserving a decent table costs an extra 300 dollars in service fees. Mom
had takenthere once, and the food was decent, but the ambiance was unique-definitely Instagram-worthy,
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"Don't worry about it. | can afford it," | said as we got into a cab headed for Black Dragon.
The whole way there, Felicia was nervous, constantly trying to talkout of it. When we arrived, she gasped
and grabbed my arm again.
"William, seriously, let's not do this! We don't belong in places like this. We could just go to Basil Garden or
something!"
| was not taking her to srandom diner. Even if it was not Black Dragon, it had to be something nice. After all,
we were already here.
"It's fine. Think of it as an experience. Besides, what else am | going to do with that prize money? Just think of it
as keepingcompany while | check this place out, okay?"
Seeing how determined | was, Felicia reluctantly let go of my arm. She looked down self-consciously, tugging at
her t-shirt. "But people will judgefor wearing this..."