Chapter 38

• “Enjoy your breakfast, Miss Miya,” said one of the waiters as he served the grilled fish fillet that smelled so delicious. The salad and mashed potatoes looked appetizing. Not to mention the watermelon juice that accompanied the meal.
• “Thank you.” Miya smiled slightly. A moment after the waiter left them, Miya frowned again. “Why are you still here?”
• Victor sitting across from her sipped his coffee casually, as if not hearing Miya's irritated tone. “I like the quiet atmosphere at breakfast. Unfortunately with you here, it's hard to achieve.”