Chapter 172 Yancey

The guy poured Anne a drink, but Meryl stopped him from letting her drink it.

She suggested, “Drinking is boring. How about some spaghetti instead?”

Anne was speechless.

To take care of Anne, Meryl ordered a plate of spaghetti.

Midnight Bar usually only served drinks and bar snacks, but Meryl insisted and paid extra for the manager to have the chef make a plate of spaghetti.

As the waiter brought the spaghetti to their table, it caught much attention. Many people were glancing their way.

It was pretty odd to order spaghetti at a bar, after all.

Were they treating the bar like a restaurant?

The plate of spaghetti made Meryl and Anne’s table stand out even more.

The male model who was there to accompany them was also stunned.

Anne propped her hands on the table, staring at the plate of spaghetti with a complicated expression.

Anne couldn’t help but reach out and playfully tap Meryl’s nose.

“Sweetie, where do you get all these crazy ideas? I appreciate you looking out for me, though,” Anne said, laughing.

Meryl smiled. She then turned to the male model and said, “Anne wants spaghetti. Why don’t you feed her?”

Anne laughed and added, “Exactly! I’ve never been fed by a handsome guy before. If you make me happy, how about I keep you around?”

“Really?” the guy asked.

The guy was a college student from nearby, with an amazing physique—the kind that makes you want to scream.

But he had a clean, boyish face, creating an irresistible contrast.

His every move was innocent and inexperienced. When Anne touched his distinctly jointed fingers, he looked down awkwardly. His beautiful cheeks turned a light shade of red.

His movie-star good looks made Anne rest her chin on her hand, gazing at him.

“Of course it’s true. I never lie to handsome guys. By the way, what’s your name?” Anne asked.

“Yancey,” he replied.

“How about coming home with me tonight?” Anne teased.

Dante, who had been looking around, suddenly stopped when he heard Anne’s familiar voice.

He followed the direction of the voice and saw Yancey feeding Anne spaghetti.

A tightness suddenly filled his chest. A flash of anger appeared in Dante’s eyes.

Anne parted her lips slightly, eating the spaghetti.

Yancey leaned in and whispered something in Anne’s ear, making her giggle.

Seeing this, Dante strode over and stood in front of them. “Anne, what do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.

Anne looked up, meeting Dante’s gaze directly.

But she only gave him a brief look before returning to her spaghetti.

“Eating like this is boring,” Anne said suddenly, leaning back on the sofa.

Yancey glanced at Dante, then asked, “Anne, what do you think would be more fun?”

Anne’s beautiful eyes gazed at Yancey as she looked at his blushing lips and pretended to think. “What do you think?” she asked.

Yancey immediately understood, blushing as he coughed lightly in embarrassment.

Anne moved close to his chest and leaned in as if to give her a shy kiss.

Meryl watched from the side. Her heart skipped a beat.

Anne really knew how to play the game!

This was so exciting!

Dante’s face turned dark as he watched.