Chapter 40: Gentle meals?

Author Note: Hello, lovely readers, I wanted to depict all the emotions of the characters clearly, making me write this chapter in a 3rd-person POV. Enjoy!

*** 3rd Person POV***

In a VIP private room in the La Palm Royal restaurant, a man and a woman were standing opposite each other. A stinky substance that has a pungent smell was all over the man’s shirt, looking like a map. The room was not spared, as the scent engulfed the room, ridding it of its original smell.

Morgan looked down at the warm and sticky shirt on him and the parts of his body that were not spared from this act by a certain drunkard and wrinkled his face in displeasure.

“Alexa Jones!”

“Wha… what did I do?” The culprit stood there in a daze, trying hard to open her heavy eyelids and see why someone was calling her name with such an angry roar.

Morgan sighed. ‘Well, there was nothing he could do; he had better change out of this shirt and get out of here before things get out of hand,’ he thought, and he turned