Page 57 of Care: Part 1

He opened his mouth to speak, but the waiter returned. The waiter had a second bottle of wine that he placed on the table beside the other.

"Here is the second bottle you requested, Mr. Miller," he said, "now, what can I get you both to eat?"

"We will have the Roasted Lobster meal. Thank you," Johnathan spoke.

The waiter smiled at both of them before picking up the previously located menus in front of them. Avelina returned the kind smile to the waiter just before he walked off with their order.

"I am not hungry, and I didn't bring any money," she told him honestly.

"That's fine. It's my treat.”

Her heart was missing Adrik, and it wished that he was the one sharing this moment with her. However, he probably wouldn't eat anything because he only ate the same three meals almost every day. He also probably wouldn't enjoy the loud chatter. She didn't mind, though. She enjoyed whatever Adrik enjoyed.

"We made a deal, Johnathan," she stated.

"What do you want to know exactly, Avelina? Do you think that once I tell you the truth that it'll make you happier? No. It won't.”

Frustration was evident on his features as he began rubbing his forehead with his hand.

"The truth will make me see what I need to see before I make a decision that'll alter my entire life. So, yeah, I need the truth," she commanded.

His eyes narrowed at her for a second.

"The decision of being with Adrik? I'm not stupid. I've always seen the way he looks at you and the way you look at him. You think you could continue with this whole 'I'm just his caregiver' act?"

"What are you talking about?" She asked, acting clueless.

The one thing that struck fear in her heart was how much she didn't want the situation between her and Adrik to get out into the public.

"You're fucking your patient who has autism! Do you really think someone would hire you after that? Do you think someone would trust you with their family members?" he laughed.

"Don't twist this on me. We had a deal. You either tell me what I need to know, or I'll walk out of this place and make sure that HomeCare rots in a grave when everyone finds out that the 'founder,’ Johnathan Miller, works for the mafia. Then, we would really see who would trust their family members around you.”

He glared at her for a long while before a smile full of mischief took over his features. "This will bring me nothing but pleasure to tell you all about the truth behind your little boyfriend.”

"Adrik has nothing to do with this. I told you over the phone that I wanted to know how Natasha died and why I was hired. That's all," she let out.

"You are so stupid. Natasha is not dead. She's still alive, and she still works for Adrik. She’s the one that found you,” He seethed out. “Now, don't think that I haven't noticed thing one, thing two, thing three, and thing four staring at us. You tell every guard in this place to stand down, and then I will tell you everything. Starting with Adrik."

Avelina had to think about his words. Johnathan couldn't have possibly known the exact number of guards surrounding her. It was possible that he only learned of the four that were seated two tables away from them.

"Fine," she said.

Getting up, she walked over to the table where the guards were. They gleamed at her questionably, almost as if she were stupid, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Johnathan thought he was smart, but Avelina made sure she would act smarter.

"Please, can you four leave us alone? I won't be needing you for the rest of the night. Thank you, and tell Mr. Zolotov that I greatly appreciated his services," she told them loud enough for Johnathan to hear.

They didn't say anything after that; they just stood up from the table and walked away. When Avelina returned to her seat, Johnathan held a smirk on his face. He was an egotistical bastard. Avelina bet that Johnathan got off on the override of power. She couldn't believe that he thought he had the upper hand when, in reality, she did. He wasn't aware of the significant number of guards that were still tracking his every move.

"You got what you wanted. Give me what I want—information.”

He leaned back in his seat just as the waiter came back with the lobster. The waiter for a bit before walking away.

"I'm trying to figure out where to begin," Johnathan chuckled.

His finger rested on his chin in contemplation. "I think I may eat first.”

"You know what? I'm done," she let out before angrily standing up. Johnathan only watched her as she began to walk away.