Chapter 7 Jonathan

Jonathan was damn pissed wanting to crash Fabian into pieces, bragging about how perfect a couple they were and how abundantly his business is rising. They were a sought-after couple and in business. Their strategy was perfectly envious. Regrets always come when you lose them until still in your grasp you wouldn't feel anything yet.

He couldn't eat properly indigested watching them. Unknowingly, he is tremendously torturing the poor food on his plate.

"Sir!" The manager of the Steakhouse interrupts him as he is confused about why he keeps on poking the steak hardly and keeps on cutting it into pieces without eating them.

He raised his head, meeting the surprised face of the manager narrowing at his plate. He did murder his food, messing up his table like a toddler.

"Oh, sorry, can you give me an extra plate? I love my steak cut into tiny strips." He asked putting on a delicate smile, masking his embarrassment and jealousy trying to put some into his dry mouth. The manager left doubt