The Gilded Lotus was quite efficient. Not long after Olivia Wynne and Zachary Fairchild ordered, a waiter brought out the first dish. The rest followed in quick succession.
When about a third of the dishes had arrived, Olivia Wynne glanced over at Zachary Fairchild.
Zachary Fairchild's eyes were dark and deep as he sat calmly in his chair. A set of cutlery lay before him, but his hands remained at his sides. He showed no intention of eating.
Olivia had been eager to dig in since the first dish arrived, but they had been sitting for a while now, and Zachary Fairchild still hadn't touched his fork. She felt a flicker of annoyance.
Masking the faint annoyance in her eyes, Olivia Wynne looked at Zachary Fairchild and said softly, "Mr. Fairchild, shall we begin?"
Zachary Fairchild lowered his gaze slightly, glancing at the dishes on the table. Then, his brows rose just a fraction.
"You really like to eat?"
