199. He's not my father, he's my uncle

Catching sight of Yohan, Sara said to Nisha, "Set the dinner table."

"Alright, Madam," Nisha replied.

Approaching Yohan, Sara whispered, "Come on, eat."

Yohan caressed her cheek and softly asked, "We eat together."

Sara hesitated, "I've already eaten. Had to during the client meeting."

"So, I eat alone?"

"I'll sit with you."

"But you won't eat."

"Don't be like a kid, Yohan. Let's go."

Sara served him and sat nearby, watching him eat. He used to avoid talking while eating, but with time, he'd become a bit chattier.

"You could've arranged the client meeting during office hours," Yohan commented.

"Tried that. He's leaving for a trip tomorrow and won't be back for days. Had to meet him in the evening," Sara explained.

"For dinner?"

"No, Yohan. His project's too big for us to pass up."

"You should just rejoin Cerate or work for Dixon Group. Don't stick around that average compa