Chapter 1827


    The waiter swiftly brought out the dishes, all pre-ordered by Lyndon.


    ncing at the dishes, A frowned slightly.


    Despite the ce’s reputation for delicate dishes, whaty on the table seemed far from refined.


    Chicken, duck, fish, oysters, mutton, leek- quite a variety, butcking the expected finesse.


    “Mr. Fernandez, your taste is quite unique,” she remarked, eyeing the unfamiliar soup on the table.


    Lyndon exined, “I had a mishap a few months back, injured my waist. The doctor suggested a diet heavy on nutrients for


    recovery.”


    So his waist was injured? That was a big deal! The waist was a very important region to men. If it was hurt, their ability in bed


    would be...


    A’s expression shifted slightly. “Is it serious?” she asked tentatively.


    Lyndon served himself some soup. “Not too bad. It might affect my manhood for a while, but the doctor is optimistic-good food


    will sort me out.”


    Did that mean he was impotent now?This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Would she live s sexless life if she married him?


    What a pity! A never expected he would turn out to be impotent.


    Gazing at the man’s handsome face, she found herself at a loss for words.


    Lyndon, looking up at her with a smile, continued sipping his soup.


    “Miss Deleon, why not try something? If these dishes don’t suit your taste, I’ll have the waiter bring something more to your


    liking.”


    It was the most he had said since they sat down, and a hint of joy seemed to y across his expression.


    Staring at him, A narrowed her eyes and remarked, “Mr. Fernandez, did you mention your waist injury on purpose? Is this your


    way of telling me to back off? Because it seems like you have no interest in dating me at all.”


    Lyndon paused, giving her an appraising nce. She was perceptive.


    Ordering those specific dishes and disclosing his injury seemed calcted-a strategy to encourage her to bow out willingly.


    Not receiving a response from Lyndon, A smiled knowingly.


    “Consider me out, as you wish. However, your family will Likely continue introducing prospective matches. Will you keep using


    the same excuse to turn them down?”


    “It’s my business,” Lyndon replied casually.


    “Considering your situation, why not give me a chance? You might discover that I’m more your cup of tea,” A suggested.


    Lyndon dabbed his mouth with a tissue and met her gaze.