My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge-Chapter 74: [ - - 66] - A Strange Dinner Date [Part-II]

Chapter - 66

It was almost time.

Lucius stood in front of the mirror in his room, posing and straightening his black coat for the third time. The sharp lines of the tailored clothes Iris got for him hugged his tall frame perfectly.

The black dress shirt beneath that black coat had a subtle dark red lining at the collar and cuffs. It was just enough to catch the attention but not enough to look flashy like those hippies.

His pants were slim and clean, made from a fine material and a sleek black watch rested on his wrist, glinting faintly.

He looked nice to say the least, maybe even handsome enough to get a compliment or two from random stranger girls.

Lucius ran a hand through his hair, smoothing back a few stubborn strands. He let out a slow breath, staring at his reflection.

"That Blonde chick," he muttered, almost to himself, "She is a strange girl."

He tilted his head slightly, studying his own eyes in the mirror.

"Last night, I painted the police station red, killed two dozen men, most of them without blinking. True, it was all to save those cops and impress that girl... But I did kill a lot..."

"And today..." He chuckled softly, shaking his head, "She shows up with flowers. Says I am going to get arrested tomorrow. And then she asks me out for dinner. Over a stupid joke I made."

He laughed again, louder this time, "Man! Who does that?"

[Apparently some blonde chick with poor taste in men.]

"Sshhsssh!" Lucius rolled his eyes, "Don’t ruin this."

[You did just murder 25 people. And you find this amusing? Even you are an odd one, Master]

"You can’t let me have a moment to gloat, can you?" Lucius muttered, "Wish I could punch you silent."

[You will have to wait for that master, your date is here]

Just then, there was a knock on the door. A servant peeked inside.

"Sir, Miss Elena is waiting downstairs." frёeωebɳovel.com

Lucius nodded at the guy and gave himself one last look. He then turned to leave, "Let’s see how crazy she really is."

But when Lucius reached the bottom of the stairs, he slowed in his steps as he blinked like a lost puppy, even forgetting to breathe for a moment.

Elena was standing by the main door, waiting for him.

She was dressed into something far simpler than he had expected. But somehow, that made her even more stunning.

She wore a soft white dress that flowed just below her knees, cinched at the waist with a slim black ribbon. The fabric clung gently to her figure without trying too hard, and a small silver chain hung loosely around her neck. Her blonde hair was left down, falling in gentle waves over her shoulders.

There was no heavy makeup, not too much perfume to make you squeeze your nose. It was just her, beautiful and breathtaking.

Lucius was halfway through a step when he almost missed the last one and stumbled forward.

Elena raised her eyebrows in amusement and smiled, tilting her head.

Lucius caught himself just in time not to make a fool out of himself and smiled sheepishly, "Why do they have to clean the steps so smooth?"

[The sight of an older girl, made the master go weak on his knees]

[Now compliment her before she thinks you are brain-damaged.]

Lucius ignored it and stepped forward, clearing his throat he began, "You look beautiful, Elena. Really."

Elena’s smile deepened, a soft flush on her cheeks, "Thank you, Lucius. You have cleaned up quite well yourself."

Lucius gave a half-bow with a sly grin, "Only for important occasions. And dinner with a lovely lady who threatened to have me arrested counts as one."

Elena laughed lightly, "It’s not a threat. It’s just... life. But let’s not think about that tonight."

She stepped closer and bowed in front of him slightly, "Shall we go?"

Lucius looked around for a moment, his smile faltering just a little, "Yeah," he said slowly, "After you, My Lady."

"Very well then, let me lead the way for you," Elena nodded and turned around, walking ahead of him.

Lucius didn’t answer. He just followed Elena out.

And she stepped out of the front door, soft evening breeze rolled in. Elena’s hair swayed slightly as she stepped outside first, her heels clicking gently against the polished floor.

Lucius stopped at the entrance, giving one last look over his shoulder.

The house was quiet now. There weren’t even any servants in sight and she wasn’t there as well.

Maybe he was missing a sarcastic remark from her.

But alas, for her, he can’t keep his date waiting, can he? That too a super hot, blonde cop...

So without delaying any further, he almost ran after Elena.

But the moment he was out of sight, Iris slowly walked out and stopped in front of the railing, taking its support.

She looked down at the front door, while her emotions remained unreadable like always.

"Fool."

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When they arrived at the place, Lucius was impressed by how fancy the restaurant was.

Not just fancy, it smelled expensive.

Every table had a white cloth so clean it could have been ironed with clouds. A soft golden light filled the room from low-hanging lamps, and there was a quiet tune of piano playing in the background. And the aroma of freshly baked bread, herbs, and sizzling meat filled the air.

Lucius followed Elena in, and even though he walked with calm steps, he scanned everything. The people. Their clothes and their partners. With money, even a man with one leg in the grave can dine with a super hot chick.

But he wasn’t expecting what happened next. As they reached their table, Elena, already one step ahead of him, pulled out a chair.

Chair for him.

Lucius stopped in front of her and asked in disbelief, "You... want me to sit?"

Elena smiled, "Of course. A gentleman deserves to be treated nicely once in a while."

’Gentleman?’ Lucius’s lips twitched when he heard her, ’Which sane lady would call him gentleman after the first encounter they had?’

But Lucius didn’t want to get eyeballs rolling in his direction. He smiled and sat down.

[Woman pulled the chair for you. Congratulations. You are now: The Pretty Princess.]

[System Suggestion: Try not to blush, Master.]

Lucius sighed in his head, ’Shut up.’

Across from him, Elena sat down gracefully, brushing her blonde hair behind her shoulder. She looked around for a second, then raised her hand to call the waiter.

He arrived promptly, holding two thick menus in his hands.

But Elena didn’t take one, "Give it to him," she said, motioning at Lucius, "Let him choose. He can order anything he wants."

The waiter handed the menu to Lucius with a small, half-jealous smile. Then, he looked back at Elena, then at Lucius again. His envy was obvious.

"You are a lucky guy," he said, chuckling under his breath.

Lucius didn’t bother responding. He just waved him away, "We will order in a minute."

The waiter gave a small bow and walked off.

Lucius turned back toward Elena. She was watching him.

And not just watching, she was eagerly watching him. Her hands were on the table, fingers gently playing with a fork. Her eyes were wide, curious, full of questions that she wanted to ask him.

Was she... lovestruck?

He narrowed his eyes, trying to read her.

"I mean it you know," Elena said, breaking the silence, "Order anything. Eat your fill. It’s on me. Don’t hold back."

Lucius gave her a half-smile, "Are you sure you can afford feeding a man like me?"

Elena leaned forward with a slight smirk, "Try me."

He shrugged and looked at the menu. Everything had at least three adjectives in front of it, "Charred pepper-crusted tenderloin", "Butter-seared scallops on truffle risotto", "Forest-mint roasted duck in citrus glaze".

’Citrus glaze?’

But Lucius just called the waiter and picked a few dishes that sounded good and set the menu down.

"You are not ordering a drink?" Elena asked.

Lucius shook his head, "Nah. I am fine."

But Elena had already turned towards the waiter, ignoring him.

"One bottle of Velgrave Reserve. Year 1789."

The waiter froze for a second. His lips parted like he didn’t hear her right, "M-Ma’am... the Velgrave?"

"Yes," Elena replied smoothly.

He clicked his tongue and wrote it down. His eyes lingered on Lucius again, now filled with even deeper envy.

Lucius looked at the waiter and smirked, "I am worth that much. Why are you overreacting? Do you want me to toss you out the window?"

The waiter was scared to loose the tip, so he left hurriedly this time.

Now, the table was quiet.

Elena folded her hands. Lucius leaned back in his chair.

A small silence stretched between them.

It wasn’t awkward, not yet. But it was slowly becoming one.

Then, finally, Elena spoke.

"So..." she began softly, "Do you always dress like this for every girl who threatens to put you behind bars?"

Lucius chuckled, "I am sorry, but I don’t have anything to compare you with. This is a unique situation for me as well."

She smiled, a bit flustered, "I am sure you won’t get to compare it with anything in the future as well."

Then she hesitated. Her fingers tapped the edge of the table. She looked down at her glass, then up at him again.

"So... I have been curious," She began, "Why are you living in that mansion? I mean—people like you don’t normally... stay in places like that."

Lucius raised an eyebrow, "People like me?"

"I mean," she tried to explain herself, "You are young. You don’t seem like the type who was born with a silver spoon. You talk like a street boy sometimes."

Lucius laughed, "You are not wrong."

Elena blinked, surprised, "So... Is the one backing you the girl I met in the afternoon? Iris? What’s your connection to her?"

Lucius leaned forward now, resting his elbows on the table. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he kept his tone smooth.

"You are moving quite fast." He said, but then just smiled as he leaned back, "With Iris it is... complicated."

Elena tilted her head, "Complicated how?"

Lucius just smiled, "Let’s just say she is someone I owe. And someone who owes me. We are tangled."

[You forgot "hot, mysterious, and someone who you totally want screw"]

And Lucius ignored it. Again.

Elena looked like she wanted to say more. Her lips parted, then closed. She glanced at her fingers again.

"You know," she murmured, "You fascinate me. I still don’t understand you. You are calm, even after going through that last night. You flirt. You joke. But your eyes..."

Lucius stayed quiet, watching her carefully.

"Your eyes look like they have seen too much," she finished softly.

Lucius didn’t reply. He couldn’t because he had no idea himself

In the meantime, the waiter returned with the expensive bottle. He poured a small amount for both of them, gave a nod, and left.

Elena lifted her glass, her eyes glimmering in the candlelight.

"To a strange dinner, and an even stranger man."

Lucius clinked his glass against hers, "To the girl who gives arrest warrants with flowers."

But the beautifully strange moment was suddenly interrupted by the clinking of a spoon against a glass

"Ladies and Gentlemen. May I have your attention please!"

"Grab your Kebabs, shove yourself silent with them and walk the hell out of here."

"I have a date to interrupt."

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