Bab 43: A Low-key Luxury

"Madam, do these dishes not suit your taste?"

Vivian was lost in her thoughts when she was scared out of her wits by the waiter's question and exclaimed in a low voice.

Realizing her voice, Vivian quickly closed her lips, sat up straight, and patted her chest.

The waiter was a little panicked when she saw that she had gotten into trouble. "Madam, I'm sorry for scaring you! I'm sorry!"

Vivian noticed that the conversation next door had stopped, and someone was looking at the back of her head. Vivian's intuition told her that the owner of this gaze was Bruno, and her heart instantly rose to her throat.

The waiter was still talking at the side, and Vivian quickly gestured in front of her, even deliberately making a big gesture, for fear that others would not know that she could not speak.