Chapter 159 This is Impossible

The waiter led Cressida to the table. Luther stood up and reached for the chair next to him to pull out for her. However, Cressida didn't look at him and walked straight to the chair right opposite him instead. Then, she pulled out the chair herself and sat down. Luther's hand froze mid-air before he withdrew his hand and sat back down in his seat. "What do you want to eat?" he asked, pushing the menu toward her and trying to control the conversation. Cressida didn't take the menu from him. Instead, she turned to the waiter and said, "One filet mignon, medium-rare. Thank you." She couldn't even be bothered to flip through the menu and just ordered what Luther used to order every time. Luther felt his heart skip a beat. However, the feeling quickly vanished when he saw the distant look in Cressida's eyes. "Have you… Been well lately?" He couldn't stop himself from asking her this question after all. Cressida had been wiping the utensils with a napkin, but she paused when she he