Although the surrounding discussions were deliberately kept low, with Dustin’s hearing, he could still catch some of them. He remained indifferent, not paying them any mind. Natasha, however, seemed to enjoy the attention. Especially when she sensed the admiring gazes from the female customers around them, she looked even more pleased, occasionally leaning over to affectionately pick food or pour drinks for Dustin. Dahlia, on the other hand, maintained her usual cold composure. She acted as though she heard none of the chatter around her, merely lifting her eyes now and then to glance at the harmonious pair across from her. Each time, her gaze dimmed slightly. Just then, a young waiter approached, carrying a pot of boiling hotpot broth. Perhaps he had been stunned by the breathtaking beauty of Natasha and Dahlia, causing him to lose focus. His foot suddenly caught on something. “Ah!” The waiter exclaimed as he lost his balance. The scalding pot lurched in his hands, about to fly out of...