Chapter 97 My Treat

As evening settled and the city lights flickered to life, Annie arrived at the restaurant. Christian was already there waiting. Christian wore a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, showing his firm muscles. When he saw her approaching, he stood and pulled out her chair like a gentleman. "What are you in the mood for? Order whatever you want. Dinner's on me." Annie slid the menu over to him, her tone carrying a rare hint of boldness. Christian chuckled softly at that, his dark eyes lighting up warmly. "Sure." There was a hint of amusement in his tone as he said, "Since you insist on treating me, Ann, I won't refuse." Christian addressed her by her nickname with a natural sense of ease, as though it had always been his way of calling her. Heat bloomed across her cheeks, and a soft shiver trailed down her chest. She took a sip of water to mask it, but she still couldn't meet his eyes. Christian took the menu, his long fingers tapping lightly against the