"Please!"

The restaurant boasted chefs from various countries, allowing customers who booked the entire venue to choose their preferred cuisine.

Despite knowing Murray preferred mild flavors and couldn't handle spicy food, Emily deliberately chose Spanish dishes, emphasizing extra spicy.

"Just as Miss Rockefeller wishes," Murray said casually, loosening his suit button and sitting down with an air of nonchalance.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked Emily.

"Dry white wine," Emily replied quickly.

Murray slightly furrowed his brow, then instructed the waiter, "Get one from the L winery, any vintage or grade."

After the waiter left, he sat up straight, leaning back in his chair while elegantly folding his napkin onto his lap. He lifted his eyelids to look at Emily, "Satisfied?"

Emily propped her head with her hands, her eyes crinkling into a smile, and let out a light "hmm."

"Too bland? Want to change it?" Murray wasn't fond of white w