Chapter 82 I Won't Let You Win

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward as the waiter began serving the dishes. Once all the courses were laid out and the red wine poured, the server left. Vivian, uninterested in the others, picked up her wine glass and took a large sip, then reached for her chopsticks—only to find Curtis had already placed a piece of Dongpo pork knuckle into her bowl. "You're too thin. Eat more meat. It'll help you gain some weight." Gentle, attentive, and unfailingly considerate—he radiated the charm of a perfect gentleman. "Thanks," Vivian replied without pretense, picking up the piece of pork Curtis had placed in her bowl and taking a bite. The tender, melt-in-your-mouth braised pork was rich, juicy, and intensely flavorful—absolutely delicious. It was pricey, but undeniably exquisite. Her mood instantly improved. "Curtis, this Dongpo pork is incredible—try some!" Eager to share the delight, Vivian used her own chopsticks to place a generous chunk into Curtis's bowl. "Try it." She looked at him