Darkstone Code
Chapter 80: The most terrifying thing is not what you want to do, but what I think you want to do.

Chapter 80: The most terrifying thing is not what you want to do, but what I think you want to do.

This looks like a somewhat romantic dinner.

In the elegant dining environment, people are speaking softly, and apart from the melody of the piano, the only sound in the entire restaurant is the slight friction of cutlery and dishes—whenever dining here, cutting with utensils is unavoidable, though everyone tries to minimize the sound.

Even sitting in the main hall, the environment naturally separates one from other tables.

Each table is a small space, only accommodating those seated around it.

Some petals on the table, red tablecloths, and some exquisite tableware make the setting feel romantic even without Lynch making any deliberate arrangements.

Perhaps it’s the petals, or the environment, but most diners here are young couples.

While waiting for the chef to heat their food, Lynch chatted about work.

Sometimes women appear easy to talk to, but they have their own persistences and enigmatic qualities that even they themselves cannot fully understand.

Thus the core theme cannot be neglected; Lynch invited Vera for dinner with the theme of work. If he didn’t talk about it, Vera might feel uncomfortable and overthink, but by addressing work, other topics become lovely touches for the dinner.

"You know, I’ve been busy with the new job lately..." Lynch opened his napkin and smiled, and handsome people always look pleasing when they smile, just like how beautiful people’s smiles can be mesmerising.

Lynch is a handsome person, and his charisma is his most important asset. In reality, being handsome or not is not a barrier for his ambition, but being handsome makes the journey easier.

For example, now, a handsome young man invites a lady who is at odds with her husband to dinner; the atmosphere feels somewhat ambiguous. This lady might enjoy the dangerous sweetness with a slightly flushed face.

But if Lynch were an ugly guy, let alone an ambiguous atmosphere, she might not even pick up Lynch’s call.

Vera looked at Lynch’s face and nodded, "You told me about your plans for a new company."

"Yes, I did mention that..." his voice seemed to carry a certain magic power, allowing others to feel his inner joy through his voice—a rather unique skill.

Expressions and eyes, paired with voice, can deliver enough misleading signals, making one feel he is very happy. People subconsciously lower their guard against pleasant things, just like animals do.

"I plan to establish a large company covering the entire state, and it will be ready latest by the second half of this year or early next year."

Lynch had just spoken halfway when a waiter approached the table with an apologetic tone, causing Lynch to pause.

Holding a bottle of red wine, the waiter bowed, "Apologies, madam and sir, here is the wine you selected." He displayed the wine label, "Shall I open it now?"

Vera touched her cheek and smiled without blame, "I didn’t know you ordered red wine."

"If you don’t like it, we can have something else, juice or drinks?" Lynch quickly changed the choice, which made Vera feel embarrassed to refuse, and she simply said it’s okay, implicitly accepting a drink containing alcohol for the evening.

Of course, she also trusts Lynch. She doesn’t think Lynch would do anything excessive to her. Sometimes having a handsome face really makes people envious.

After smelling the oak wine cork and examining the clinging legs, experiencing the aroma and changes in tartness, Lynch took down the ten-year cellared red wine.

After the waiter had gone away, he smiled and said, "Actually, I don’t like red wine very much, its taste..." He shrugged, which made Vera burst into laughter.

"If you don’t like it, why did you order a bottle of red wine?" Vera possibly didn’t know why she asked such a question nor what answer she wanted.

Yet Lynch proceeded to pour some wine into Vera’s glass, taking over a task meant for the waiter. While pouring, he said, "I thought you’d like it. I read in books that ladies love red wine, isn’t it?"

His response angle was surprising, immediately blocking Vera’s intention to ask further. If she asked why he read such books, the answer might embarrass everyone.

But without her questioning and Lynch not giving a definitive answer, she might overthink, regardless of whether she shows it. After the dinner, when alcohol begins to work, she might overthink.

Why a handsome young man would try to delight her, she would find a forceful reasonable explanation for herself, experiencing delight and enjoying such an atmosphere.

She might even convince herself that Lynch pursuing her is his decision, but she won’t accept him—this doesn’t count as betrayal or infidelity. She can’t stop someone’s freedom due to her thoughts, though it might be completely contrary to reality.

Sometimes women’s thoughts can be contradictory, and certainly, men can be more contradictory at times.

The light makeup couldn’t conceal the warmth on Vera’s cheeks, that enticing blush lent her a hazy beauty, and her aura became even more fragrant.

"...The company I’m establishing will have a dedicated accounting department. I don’t trust others much, so I hope you’ll take charge of this department." Lynch placed the wine into a bucket filled with some ice, as the temperature was too high, and the restaurant had prepared special wine buckets.

The water from melting ice doesn’t directly contact the wine bottle, nor does the bottle touch ice directly, thus keeping the wine at an ideal drinking temperature.

As work resumed, Vera’s expression turned more serious, she seemed somewhat insecure, "I have never done such a job before, perhaps you should find someone professional enough to do it, I can assist him/her/it."

Lynch gazed into her eyes and shook his head, "I don’t trust others, I only trust you."

Being needed is absolutely a joyful thing, Vera’s eyes softened, and her voice became gentler than before, "I’ll keep an eye on it for you..."

"I insist!" Lynch looked at her, "I’m not afraid of mistakes, I am not afraid of any loss, this department is yours, that’s settled."

She somewhat helplessly nodded, "I’ll do my best, if I mess things up don’t blame me."

Lynch smiled without speaking, paused for about ten seconds, allowing Vera ample time to understand, accept, and absorb this information before continuing, "The new job might be quite busy, I’ll have several partnering companies, which might take some extra time from you, if..."

Vera pursed her lips, interrupting Lynch, "I’ll help you, rest assured!"

With a sense of responsibility and mission, an inexplicable force would flow into a person, boosting something called fighting spirit, which can create numerous miracles.

Then, Lynch started discussing some details about work, and the chefs finally prepared their dinner and served it.

A sumptuous dinner, exquisite tableware, an elegant environment, along with festive lights and wine, no wonder people always aspire to wealth, since true happiness is hidden within wealth.

This meal lasted some time, and after nine o’clock, Lynch drove Vera back to the community where she lived; originally he wanted to drive her home, but eventually stopped outside the community.

According to Lynch, should her husband see his wife return in a young male’s car, it might provoke anger and affect their relationship.

So Lynch, the considerate gentleman, parked the car outside the community gate, and said this way Vera can sober up a bit.

Feeling touched by Lynch’s thoughtful and considerate actions, Vera bid him farewell and happily walked toward her home with her bag.

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