Chapter 487 - Always Hungry
< Shangri-La Hotel at The Shard London >
Everyone, who previously visited Linda and Paul's residence, had now moved to one of the best hotels in London. They all had even changed their clothes, including Alan and his two assistants. Being in the midst of people wearing black suits made Linda and Paul felt a little insecure at first, until Anne finally grabbed Linda's hand. Anne, who knew very well who Linda was, immediately encouraged her best friend to stay calm and what Anne did was successful because finally Linda looked more relaxed and was able to sit comfortably next to her husband, who was also only dressed casually like her.
As Mr. David Clarke's request, the restaurant at the Shangri-La Hotel at The Shard London where they were currently staying, had been booked for the next two hours,, so that no other guests would be able to enjoy dinner at the 5-star hotel restaurant, except for the Clarke family. Yes, the Clarkes! And this made Mr. David Clarke smile happily. A moment ago when Luis took him into the restaurant, all the restaurant employees seemed busy giving explanation and apologies to other guests that the restaurant was currently closed for the Clarke family dinner. Although initially the guests were annoyed, but after receiving an explanation, they finally understood and waited patiently for the dinner of the prestigious Luxembourg family to finish.
After everyone was seated, including Luis' bodyguards and The Warriors, the food was served. Dozens of waiters and waitresses moved in unison to bring luxurious food to the long table that had been arranged specifically for them. Alan, who was sitting right next to his grandfather, placed big hand on Anne's thigh, because he was angry and annoyed at the moment. Just imagine, Anne was currently wearing a black mini dress with some Swarovski accessories which clearly made her look ten times more beautiful and Alan didn't like it. That was why Alan placed his big hand on Anne's thigh which was slightly exposed because the mini dress she was wearing was lifted while sitting. Even though he knew that his palm would imprint on Anne's thigh, but Alan didn't care about it. For him, it was better that way rather than to have people staring at Anne for her beauty.
Clink! Clink!
The sound of a wine glass being gently hit with a spoon by Mr. David Clarke made everyone sitting down immediately turn their heads towards him.
"First of all, I want to thank you all for being able to attend this event, especially for our two guests of honor, Mr. and Mrs. Ambrosio, who are good friends with my granddaughter-in-law, Anne. I really thank you both for being with Anne all this time in everything that she goes through during her stay in London, and because now Anne is married to my grandson, she will automatically live with us in Luxembourg. That was why I hold this dinner as a symbol of friendship of the Clarke family and the Ambrosio family," said Mr. David Clarke loudly. Even though he sat in a wheelchair, his authoritative aura was very domineering, the aura of a true Clarke that couldn't be obtained from anywhere.
"Tsk! What's with the Ambrosio family, Grandpa? They're just a couple of husband and wife. How can they be compared to our family?" said Alan sarcastically. His dislike for Linda made him speak harshly again.
Linda, who almost responded to Alan's words, was forced to remain silent when she felt Paul's hand gripping her hand under the table with a faint smile, asking her to remain calm and not be provoked by Alan's words. Paul, who really respected Jack, as much as he respected Anne, was more able to control his emotions and especially after he knew the condition that Jack was in now. That was why he restrained Linda from doing anything, even though they were currently being insulted even more severely.
Mr. David Clarke smiled. "There are times when it's better for us to have only one or two friends who are sincere to us than to have 100 fake friends ready to stab us in the back. Alan, Mr. and Mrs. Ambrosio are one of them. The two of them are always there for Anne, your wife. You should have treat them well the way they treat Anne."
"Yes, yes, yes ... I always lost when arguing with you, Grandpa," said Alan curtly.
"We're not arguing, Alan, this is a conversation. Alright, without further ado, let's raise our glasses and make a toast to celebrate the friendship of these two families."
"Except my wife." Alan suddenly interrupted Mr. David Clarke's words which made everyone turn to look at him again. "Anne can't drink alcohol. I don't want her to be cute right now because of alcohol."
From his seat, Erick smiled. He understood what Alan meant. The mess that Anne made when she was drunk two years ago at Jack's house in London came back to his memory, and Nicholas, who was sitting opposite Erick, didn't like seeing Erick smile like that.
"Oh so you can't drink, Anne?" asked Mr. David Clarke in surprise.
Anne shook her head with a shy smile. She really looked like a helpless country bumpkin at the moment.
"Never mind, Grandpa, let's drink. I'm really hungry, I can't hold my hunger any longer," Alan said again in response to his grandfather's words. The word 'hungry' that Alan said had figurative meaning. He meant it to be his hunger for Anne, who had been restless for a while now because Alan kept groping her thighs.
Mr. David Clarke chuckled. He then raised his glass again and touched it to Luis's glass who was sitting next to him, and after which, he finished it in one gulp as did the others, including Alan, who not only took a second to empty his glass. After that, he gave Anne a seductive look.
"Feed me, I can't eat with my hands right now because my hands are busy doing fun activities," Alan whispered softly to Anne, whose face was already bright red.
"Alan, stop," sighed Anne pleadingly.
"Ah...!"
"What's wrong with you, Anne?" Linda asked worriedly at Anne who suddenly groaned when Alan whispered something to her.
Anne, who was looking down, was amused and hurt by Alan's actions, immediately lifted her face and looked at Linda. "I'm fine, I feel like an ant is biting the sole of my foot right now."
"Ant?"
"Y-yes. Earlier when I was walking to the restaurant, I accidentally stepped on a bun that was covered in ants," replied Anne, lying. She couldn't possibly speak the truth that it was actually Alan, who had been naughty and had pushed his hand into her mini dress and pressed it firmly against her private area.
"An ant! How could it be? Get your foot out from under the table and let me check it," Alan said guiltily.
Shit, you are the ant, Alan!
Having already lied, Anne then took her feet from under the table following Alan's instructions. Seeing the attention that Alan gave to Anne made Paul smile. The man then approached Linda and whispered to her not to doubt Alan. A small nod from Linda finally made Paul happy. He smiled proudly at his beautiful wife who was now getting mature.
After putting on an act, following Anne's game, Alan finally put the Louboutin's black boots back on Anne's foot. Wearing an all-black outfit really made Anne's beauty shine. Her skin color, which was as white as milk and as smooth as marble made her looked perfect tonight, and again, Alan cursed her beauty. He was not willing to share her beauty with others. From his seat, Mr. David Clarke just smiled at what his grandson did to his wife. He chose to continue his dinner and discuss many interesting things with Erick, precisely about the development of Muller Finance International.
"Anne, I'm hungry..." Alan whined again.
Anne growled. "Patience, I'm slicing the meat for you."
Alan shook his head and leaned back towards Anne. "I want to eat you, right now."
To be continued
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