"Sorry, sorry...this lady, I truly apologize!"
Seeing the waiter, just in his early twenties, carrying the pig’s trotter soup over, no one expected Sylvia Sterling to suddenly stand up at that moment, causing half of the fragrant soup to spill out instantly.
Sylvia Sterling’s blue cheongsam was immediately soaked, darkening in color and clinging to her skin, making her appear somewhat embarrassing.
The waiter hurriedly placed the soup on the table, stuttering an apology: "I...I’m sorry..." Get full chapters from NoveIꜰire.net
She looked at Sebastian Blackwood and Sylvia Sterling in front of her, almost on the verge of tears from fear.
Everyone dining here was either wealthy or in high status, not someone a mere nobody like her could afford to offend.
Sylvia Sterling’s cheongsam didn’t look cheap, and if she had to pay for it, it might cost her everything she had!
The waiter was so frightened she almost lost her soul.
For a moment, she even forgot to get a napkin for Sylvia Sterling to wipe off the soup.
Sylvia Sterling was burned quite a bit, but fortunately, the cheongsam absorbed a lot of the soup, making the temperature bearable on her skin.
Sebastian Blackwood’s originally calm expression tightened at his brow upon seeing Sylvia Sterling in such a disheveled state.
He then stood up, grabbed the napkin from the table, and wiped the soup splashed on her arms.
The man moved very seriously, with his head down, as if handling a million-dollar deal.
Sylvia Sterling was a bit upset originally, dining out with Sebastian Blackwood, only to end up ...
But now, seeing him tending to her, her displeasure slowly faded away.
This waiter, by chance, did a good deed.
"Let it be, I’m fine. You can leave now, no need to call your manager to handle this."
A cheongsam worth tens of thousands, Sylvia Sterling really didn’t care.
The waiter’s face flushed with surprise, not expecting Sylvia Sterling to be so easygoing, and began to cry: "Thank you, I’ll immediately have the kitchen prepare another pig’s trotter soup for you..."
Sebastian Blackwood’s brow remained tightly furrowed as he crumpled the napkin into a ball and threw it into the trash. He whispered, "So generous, aren’t you afraid of being bullied?"
Sylvia Sterling pressed her lips together, fell silent for a moment, and replied, "Isn’t that why you’re here?"
Her heart pounded as she spoke those words.
She didn’t know how he would respond...
When Sebastian heard these words, the tight knot in his brow unexpectedly relaxed.
A moment later, he gazed at the stains on Sylvia Sterling’s dress that couldn’t be cleaned off. He laughed lightly, "Let’s go upstairs."
Sylvia Sterling’s heart tightened instantly. Upstairs was the hotel suite, did he mean...?
Sebastian Blackwood remained composed, "Your clothes are dirty, you need to change. I’ll have the food brought up."
The hotel was under the Blackwood Group, and he had his own exclusive presidential suite.
Sylvia Sterling asked nervously.
Was he not going up with her?
Sebastian Blackwood said, "I’ll go buy you some clothes."
Hearing this, a sweet sensation filled Sylvia Sterling’s heart again.
He could easily have asked an assistant to buy these things, but he insisted on going himself, which was enough to show he truly cared about her.
Sylvia Sterling affectionately replied "Mm," took the room card handed over by the man, and went up the elevator.
Once she left, Sebastian Blackwood gazed at the messy scene still on the floor, frowning in annoyance.
Why would Sylvia Sterling ask him for help, yet Ivy Kensington never sought his help?
Perhaps, she never trusted him.
With a sarcastic smile, Sebastian Blackwood made a call to have Owen Rhodes bring a woman’s dress over, then took the bag and headed for the elevator.
The elevator door opened, right in time to encounter Warren Yorke!