Chapter 277: Chapter 277: Just Make Him Die of Anger
The staff member led the guests to the VIP lounge restaurant and chose the quietest and most comfortable spot for them to sit down.
"What would the two of you like to eat? I’ll bring it over shortly."
"Spaghetti, as long as it’s not black pepper flavor; anything else is fine," Warren Prescott said agreeably.
In fact, when he was alone with Ashley Shaw, his mood was consistently sunny.
It was strange, why hadn’t he noticed before how interesting it was to be with Ashley Shaw?
Every time during these moments, he would be fed up with Rosalind Lynch.
If it weren’t for her, things between them wouldn’t be like they were now.
Actually, at the very beginning, he and Ashley Shaw got along quite well.
He still remembers when Ashley Shaw had her first period; he was the one who went to buy sanitary pads for her.
That day... it was raining.
He doesn’t recall the specific details, only that the water dripped from the eaves on the way home from school, forming strings.
And beside him, Ashley Shaw’s cheeks were bright red, like a red apple.
He only remembers that the rain was very loud, while beside him, Ashley Shaw was exceptionally quiet.
He only recalls her school skirt getting stained, while his school jacket was tied around Ashley Shaw’s waist.
He only remembers his heartbeat racing wildly as he bought the sanitary pads.
And also remembers the meaningful look in the eyes of the guy at the cashier.
Warren Prescott thought of these things, surprised himself at how many details he could recall.
Actually, they did have beautiful memories.
However... they had become somewhat distant.
But in the future, they should have more wonderful moments... right?
Compared to Warren Prescott’s refreshed demeanor, Ashley Shaw’s mood was a bit heavy.
Coming to the VIP lounge reminded her of many gray, heavy memories.
Thinking about Elder Prescott having less than five years left, her body felt as cold as the air conditioning here.
"I’m asking you, what do you want to eat?"
Warren Prescott’s voice snapped her out of her low mood.
"I’m fine with anything; whatever’s available."
This put the staff member in a bit of a bind.
Fortunately, the person handling Warren Prescott’s reception seemed capable of adapting quickly.
"Do you eat spicy food?" the staff member asked.
"No," she replied.
"Then... would cream bacon pasta work? Or Wellington steak, which would you prefer?"
"Pasta is fine."
"Alright." The staff member nodded, poured them some water, and left.
Warren Prescott noticeably sensed the gloomy atmosphere around Ashley Shaw, but couldn’t understand what was suddenly bothering her.
"Don’t want to eat here? Missing your four-dollar eggplant?"
[Warren’s Inner Translation: What’s wrong with you?]
Ashley Shaw was already in a bad mood, and not fully understanding Warren’s implied meaning, she ended up gripping her cup tighter out of anger.
"Can you stop bringing up old issues?"
"I’m not bringing up old issues; it’s written all over your face."
Ashley Shaw finally realized he was intentionally provoking her to speak her mind.
But this matter, she couldn’t talk about.
She took a deep breath and said, "Don’t ask, I don’t want to talk about it, and you wouldn’t want to hear it."
Warren Prescott’s relationship with Elder Prescott was far closer than with the Prescott Family couple. Telling Warren Prescott that Elder Prescott had only five years to live would probably make Warren Prescott jump up and smash her skull in rage.
Who would believe it?
And even if they did, the remaining five years would be spent in the anxiety of impending loss.
After all, Elder Prescott’s death in five years wasn’t due to illness, but age.
No amount of money can stop time.
Warren Prescott frowned deeply, grumbling to himself, "Why do you always have so many unhappy things?"
Someone happened to call the staff, so Ashley Shaw didn’t hear clearly and asked, "What did you just say?"
"Nothing, if you don’t want to talk, let’s leave it at that. I don’t particularly want to hear it either."
[Warren’s Inner Translation: Might as well let it go.]
Ashley Shaw indeed didn’t say anything.
Fortunately, the staff came over soon with the food.
Ashley Shaw had black truffle cream bacon pasta while Warren Prescott had tomato pasta.
Aside from the pasta they ordered, there were many appetizers and two servings of soup.
The table was filled.
Looking at the dazzling and artistically presented dishes, Ashley Shaw could better understand Warren Prescott’s feelings at the time when he ate fast food with her.
Her expression improved a bit, and her tone carried a hint of guilt.
"Hey..."
Warren Prescott looked up at her.
"Sorry about the fast-food place."
Warren Prescott’s eyes showed more confusion, his gaze questioning.
"I know it was your first time eating at a place like that, but I didn’t explain the fast-food place rules beforehand, causing you to become a joke."
Warren Prescott’s eyelid twitched, a chilly light flashed in his eyes.
"Who saw me as a joke?"
Oops!
Ashley Shaw was startled, not wanting to cause trouble for the cashier, she said, "Everyone."
The law doesn’t punish a group, does it?
Warren Prescott’s face darkened swiftly.
"Why did they see me as a joke?"
"Because, maybe, probably they have something wrong with their heads."
Warren Prescott was moved inside, yet his expression remained disgruntled.
"That’s the only correct thing you’ve said today."
"..."
Warren Prescott is not worth feeling guilty over!
She regretted saying those words!
Ashley Shaw took a deep breath, stopped talking to him, and focused on eating her pasta.
Using a foreign fork was truly troublesome, so she simply picked up the chopsticks from the rack, blending East and West to eat her pasta.
Warren Prescott glanced at her disdainfully.
"Aren’t you afraid of being a joke?"
"You’re already being laughed at, the two of us are even."
Warren Prescott opened his mouth, surprisingly unable to come up with a retort.
He still couldn’t understand, what about him was laughable to those people?
He had just ordered food normally, like he would in any other restaurant.
Was there something wrong?
He couldn’t figure it out!
Since he couldn’t understand, it was someone else’s fault; Warren Prescott never dwelled on things.
Once they’d nearly finished eating, Warren Prescott called over the staff waiting for further instructions not far away.
"Young Master Prescott, any requests?"
"Tell your boss to conduct a thorough hygiene inspection of all airport restaurants for me."
"Pffft—cough cough cough!" Ashley Shaw nearly spat out her lemon water, quickly swallowed it back but accidentally choked on air, coughing until her face turned red.
Both of them looked at her simultaneously.
Ashley Shaw waved her hand while coughing.
Still, Warren Prescott poured a cup of cold water and handed it to her, Ashley Shaw drank a few sips to ease her breathing.
"What happened to you?" Warren Prescott asked.
"Nothing." She waved her hand, glanced at the time and said, "There’s about an hour left, should we wait at the arrival gate? Walking there will take nearly twenty minutes."
"No rush."
The staff member beside Warren Prescott explained, "Miss, you and Young Master Prescott can head out through this exit. It will take about five minutes to reach the entrance where your guests will emerge."
Ashley Shaw nodded.
No wonder they said there’s no rush.
Warren Prescott went to discuss the restaurant sanitation issue with the staff, leaving Ashley Shaw to enjoy her peace.
However, as the plane’s landing time approached, she inexplicably began to feel a bit nervous.