Chapter 53 Stop, I'll Eat It

Leona's POV The figures stepped aside, revealing Susan's smiling face. She was seated at the head of a dining table, wiping the corners of her mouth daintily with a napkin. Yet, her venomous gaze was pinned on me. The table was a mess of cups and plates. It was clear that they'd finished eating. The restaurant quietened immediately. Everyone was focused on us, mildly curious about what was about to unfold. Susan jerked her chin at the leftovers, namely bones and grease. With a tone of mocking generosity, she said, "Since you're hungry, come and eat. I've saved this especially for you. No need to thank me." I reckoned I was quite unlucky lately. When did I offend this popular hostess? Suddenly, I recalled what happened in the stairwell last night. Was she angry that I accidentally disrupted her "encounter" with Viktor? Fine, I could admit it was my fault. But how could I know they'd choose to have an affair in the stairwell? I should've drawn tarot cards this morning to check my