CHAPTER 182: CHAPTER 182: LOVEY-DOVEY

Jude Sinclair was already used to it, having seen Simon Finch and his godmother being even more lovey-dovey when they were outside, so this felt like nothing.

After dropping Jude off at school, Rosalie Quinn drove to the Maya Hotel.

Since returning to the country, her favorite place to visit was the Maya Hotel. Not only was the hotel grand, but the atmosphere was also elegant.

The dishes served here were all signature items, so delicious that she wished she could eat the plates too. Hence, since returning, whenever she hosted a dinner, it was usually there.

With excellent service and delicious dishes, Maya Hotel was always in high demand.

Thankfully, she mentioned it in advance, and knowing her tastes, Simon Finch had already reserved a table at the Maya.

As soon as she parked the car, the hotel valet promptly approached and took her keys to park the car for her.

Upon entering, dozens of staff greeted her with smiles and standard ninety-degree bows, "Hello, welcome to the Maya Hotel."

"Hello, Miss, do you have a reservation?" The server in a pencil skirt approached with a professional smile to ask.

"A table reserved by Mr. Finch." Rosalie smiled politely.

Hearing the name Mr. Finch, the server immediately showed her the way in, "Right this way, please."

From a distance, Simon Finch spotted Rosalie’s figure. She was strikingly beautiful, outshining movie stars even in a simple coat, and wherever she went, it seemed like a spotlight followed her, drawing people’s attention.

Such an innate radiance is something most people cannot emulate.

"Weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip for a while? Why are you back so soon?" Rosalie approached Simon and asked as she sat down.

Simon instinctively took her bag and coat to hang them up before answering her elegantly, "Things went smoothly, so I came back early."

"Let’s order, I’m starving." Rosalie motioned to the server.

The server handed over the menu, but she said it wasn’t necessary.

Simon apologized with a smile at the server and quickly listed several dishes off the top of his head.

He had long remembered Rosalie’s preferences by heart. The dishes she liked, her favorite colors, everything she enjoyed was etched in his mind.

However, even after just a few days apart, Rosalie seemed even more beautiful to Simon’s eyes.

Noticing him staring intently, Rosalie self-consciously touched her face, "What’s wrong? Is there something dirty on my face that you’re looking at me like that?"

"I’m just thinking," Simon said, stroking his chin thoughtfully, "Why do you seem more beautiful every time I see you?"

"Smooth talker." Rosalie pretended to be annoyed, but inside she was delighted.

No woman can resist a boyfriend’s sweet talk, even if she knows the words are somewhat exaggerated, it still makes her happy.

Simon has always been an incredibly gentle man, a classic "nice guy."

It’s this kind of "nice guy" that can blend well with Rosalie’s fiery personality, making them a complementary pair.

Before they were dating, Simon was gentle but not very good at saying romantic words. Now he’s so eloquent, largely thanks to Rosalie’s guidance.

Rosalie, being a master of binge-watching dramas, would often critique him for not being as good as the boyfriends in the shows she watched.

At first, Simon was not used to it, but after Rosalie’s constant coaching, he picked up many things.

So now, he handles Rosalie quite adeptly. It might seem like Rosalie has him under her thumb, but really, he’s the one in control, with all the dominance in his hands.

"I’m speaking the truth." Simon smiled slightly, his gaze never leaving Rosalie.

After being together for years, though absence makes the heart grow fonder, seeing her again brought a different kind of joy. Rosalie was not the shy, demure type, and showing shyness was a bit out of place for her.

Even with Simon staring at her, not only did she not blush, but she proudly puffed up her chest, "So, do you think your girlfriend is explosively beautiful or what?"

"Well, of course, I mean, look who my girlfriend is." Simon’s proud look amused Rosalie.

Hearing her chuckle, his lips curled up slightly, "Any plans for later?"

"No plans really, but I need to pick up Jude in the evening. I mentioned over the phone that Seraphina’s issue isn’t resolved yet, and Desmond’s company seems to have some problems. I’m taking care of Jude for now." Rosalie gestured helplessly, indicating she was playing the busybody role.

"What exactly happened?" Simon was puzzled, knowing something was wrong with Seraphina before he left but hadn’t asked due to his trip.

Rosalie was unsure, "I don’t know either, she didn’t let me interfere."

"If she doesn’t want you involved, there must be a reason. She should be able to handle it, so don’t worry too much." Simon consoled Rosalie.

He knew that Rosalie and Seraphina were like sisters, so if something happened with Seraphina’s company, Rosalie would be the most anxious.

"You’re right, Seraphina is capable and smart. No matter what challenges come her way, she can overcome them. All we can do is silently cheer for her and take care of the logistics." Rosalie clenched her fist, eyes sparkling.

Simon fell for Rosalie because of her cheerful nature. No matter the situation, she always seemed to exude positivity; being with her, no matter the troubles, as soon as he saw her eyes filled with starlight, he felt invigorated.

As they chatted, the dishes were all served.

Rosalie hadn’t eaten breakfast, and by now she was famished.

She pointed at the prawns on the table and winked at Simon, "Sweetheart, I want to eat these."

Simon immediately understood, put on gloves, and peeled the shrimp for her.

"And a conch too." Rosalie watched him with a smile.

As she often said, her hands had been pampered with countless care products to keep them so fair and tender, she couldn’t be bothered to peel shrimp.

Of course, she wasn’t a spoiled princess; she wouldn’t insist Simon peel shrimp for her. If he would, she’d eat them. If he wouldn’t, she wouldn’t touch them.

Before and even after being together for a long time, she never asked Simon to peel shrimp for her.

But Simon always peeled shrimp for her proactively, and any food with a shell, if he was around, he always prepared it for her.