Lexandro Montaro’s attention was caught by the two men who approached the table of Aloida and her cousin. His eyes squinted when he noticed the unconcealed interest that one of the men was showing to Aloida, and the latter seemed to be enjoying the attention that the man was giving her.
With a sudden souring of his mood, Lexandro called the waiter and asked for their bill.
“Are we going out already?” Amara asked with a frown on her well-maid-up face.
“Yes. We are finished eating, right?” I am a busy man, Amara, and you know it. I cannot be idle dining here and there and neglecting some pressing matters to attend to,” Lexandro replied in his coldest tone. Being with Amara was a waste of time for him. If not for the acres of land under Amara's family's ownership that he was so interested
