Dumped A Scumbag At The Altar For A One Night Stand With A Billionaire-Chapter 90: Faulty Eyes

Her stomach rumbled audibly and Celine’s eyes went wide as she wrapped her arms around her waist, her gaze instantly snapping up to Tristan’s direction.

He hadn’t heard that, good. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if he had.

The sun had risen to it’s peak and it must have been noon by then, but she glanced down at the stack of papers that had a deadline for today and couldn’t bear to leave for lunch break, so she shook her head, ignoring the slight hunger pangs and continued her work.

A tight frown tugged Tristan’s brows together. Even if his focus had been on work, his eyes had been on her the whole time.

He’d heard her stomach rumble hungrily and had caught how she’d looked up at him with a little bit of awkwardness but then she seemed relieved a second later when she realized his attention might not be on her, but it was, it always had been.

When she seemed to contemplate something, he had thought she would be going for lunch, he had been expecting to hear her speak to let him know she would be leaving for a while, but then she pouted her lips thoughtfully for a second and then went back to work.

Was she really not leaving for lunch? He wondered.

Looking at her sitting there, he found the way she blinked occasionally quite adorable. She had a lovely face and beautiful hair, and the way her fingers tucked a few strands behind her ears was eye catching in an indescribable way.

He stared at her with quiet fascination for a few minutes longer before he realized she seemed to have no plans of going to have lunch so after a while he said.

"Would you like to have lunch?"

"Hm?" She had not expected to hear him speak to her so suddenly, so she looked up at him cluelessly.

He gazed at her steadily without repeating his words knowing she had heard him fully well.

Celine swallowed, something about his gaze made her feel like she was being stripped bare before his eyes. As if he knew her thoughts even before she could voice them.

She had thought he was too busy to have heard her rumbling stomach, turned out he heard it after all. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment but she kept her head up as she replied, "Yes."

He nodded solemnly and said nothing else.

Celine had already gotten up, grabbed her blazer and shrugged it on about to head to the lunch room when she suddenly heard him speaking on the phone.

"Grab a pen, have some food delivered to my office." He said to the person over the phone then looked at her to ask, "What would you like to have?"

Her eyes went wide for a single moment in astonishment, she wanted to ask if he was talking to her, but then she was the only person with him in the office, unless there was some ghost she couldn’t see lurking around. Celine dismissed that thought and replied with composure, "Anything?"

Subconsciously, she still continued to contemplate if he really was ordering lunch for her or not.

"Get a lunch pack from the usual place." He said then looked at her again, giving her a quiet once over then added, "Get a few packs."

He gave some more instructions to whoever he was talking to on the phone and hung up.

Celine continued to work because she had a lot of documents to get through. But it wasn’t long after when a light knock sounded on the door to the office and Kaleb walked right in holding some bags.

He shot a glance at her, greeting her with a light nod then took the packages to Tristan’s table but before he kept it, Tristan directed him to take them to her. At the moment Kaleb handed her the lunch bag, only then did the realization fully sunk in that Tristan had ordered her lunch. But...why?

Could it be he did something like this for his other employees as well? Celine couldn’t help but wonder.

She glanced over at Tristan then took the bag, "Thank you." She muttered words of gratitude to Kaleb who gave her a smile and a slight bow before leaving.

Since she was really hungry already, Celine took out the food, the inviting aroma that wafted into her nose made her salivate. Was she that hungry or was the food made by absolute experts?

After bringing everything out of the paper bag and placing them on the glass coffee table before her, she almost began to eat when she noticed an extra pack of lunch box.

Was this probably his lunch? Giving him a discreet glance and seeing him still caught up in his work, she coughed lightly clearing her throat, that had gotten his attention as he glanced at her calmly. "Is there anything else you need?" He queried.

She lifted the extra pack and took it to his table, the least she could do was hand him his lunch herself since he had been thoughtful enough to buy her lunch, but before she said anything, he quickly said, "It’s yours, all of it."

A look of confusion surfaced on her face, she glanced down at the lunch box in front of her which was slightly larger than hers. She had thought it was his since it had a larger serving, but all of it was hers?

"Aren’t you going to have lunch?" She asked.

"I don’t usually have lunch at work."

She opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself. Most people who loved their work more than they love themselves usually don’t eat until all their work is done. Was he like that too, an intense workaholic?

She wanted to tell him that skipping lunch was bad for his health, but she stopped herself, it seemed like something intimate that only a loved one should tell. It was none of her business anyway.

"Why did you order so much lunch then?" If he wasn’t going to eat, he shouldn’t have ordered this much.

"You should eat more, you’ve lost weight."

Celine went stiff. "Excuse me?"

Well, if you told a woman she’d lost weight, it might be taken as a compliment, but coming from him, she suddenly felt like he was looking down on her figure.

Celine glanced down at herself, was she looking that bad?

Looking at the large sized lunch pack, Celine gritted her teeth. So he planned to stuff her up? What was she, a bottomless well?

She wouldn’t eat all this food, she was on a strict diet.

Celine caught a light arch at the side of his lips. Oh, he was definitely making fun of her.

She wouldn’t think someone as aloof as him would actually derive joy in making fun of people.

Celine suddenly couldn’t take that smug smirk on his face. "What did you mean by that?" She asked for clarification, it better not be what she was thinking.

He leaned backwards on his seat, really looking at her now as if he were taking her in. "It was an act of kindness Miss Roberts, you’re all skin and bones now, eating more would do you a lot of good."

Celine scoffed. The nerve...

She was skin and bones?

Outraged, she undid the button of her blazer, mindlessly taking it off and tossing it aside. With her hands on her waist she stood before him, "What part of me is skin and bones?"

He chuckled, shamelessly swinging his gaze all over her from head to toe, "Every part."

"It seems your eyes are terribly faulty Mr Grayson."

He rested his chin on his knuckles, studying her with a thoughtful gaze. "Hm, let me see...I see hair like sunset and fire, eyes like the sky, and a body like the goddess of beauty herself is standing right in front of me. Are my eyes faulty, Miss Roberts?"

Celine froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her mouth gaped open in stunned silence, unable to form words.