My Girlfriends Are Hardcore Yanderes - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: His Important Role
Asher ran a hand through his hair and took a step back, checking himself out in the full-length mirror.

The black formal jacket hugged his body perfectly, and the silk pants gave him a smooth, polished look.

He wasn’t used to such expensive clothes, but he had to admit—they looked good on him.

For a moment, he stood there, staring at his reflection in disbelief.

Just as he was about to turn away, the bathroom door opened, and Lucy stepped out.

She looked breathtaking, almost glowing.

Her hair was perfectly styled, and the short dress she wore clung to her curves in the most flattering way.

It was as if their night together had triggered something in her, making her look even more radiant than usual.

They looked at each other for a moment, holding each other’s gaze.

“Let’s eat. I’m sure your sense of taste is back now, right?” Lucy said, breaking the awkward silence between them.

“Yeah,”

“Wait,” she said softly, glancing over at a nearby desk. She walked over and picked up a black wooden box that had been resting there.

She opened the box slowly, revealing a stunning silver Rolez watch inside.

The watch’s face was a deep green, and the silver hands gleamed under the soft light. The time markers were made of tiny, sparkling white gems, giving it a good balance .

Before he could say anything, Lucy reached out, gently took his right hand, and slipped the watch onto his wrist.

“Good thing it fits,” she smiled, her eyes lingering on the watch as it settled perfectly on his wrist.

He stared at the watch for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

Then, a strange thought crossed his mind—’Why do I feel like I have a sugar mommy?’

‘No, I’m getting ahead of myself again,’ he thought, shaking off the idea.

“Thank you,” he responded, not wanting to make it awkward by refusing.

She just gave him a quick nod, realizing she’d spoiled him once again.

To hide her slightly flustered expression, she turned and took the lead, moving toward the door.

He noticed her slight change in demeanor but didn’t say anything. He let her move ahead while he followed, still admiring the watch on his wrist.

‘I wonder how much this thing would go for if I pawned it,’

When they stepped into the elevator, the doors closed smoothly, and soft music played as they began their descent to the restaurant.

Lucy adjusted her hair in the elevator’s reflective walls, making sure everything was in place, while Asher stood still beside her, barely moving.

He kept his gaze straight ahead, his expression calm, almost unreadable.

When the elevator doors slid open, they were greeted by a bright, spacious room with floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing a breathtaking view of the city below.

Sunlight filled the room, lighting up the fancy tables and making the silverware shine.

The bright light streaming in made him a bit uncomfortable, but the cool air from the air-conditioning helped, balancing out the warmth and making it comfortable enough for him to relax .

A group of hotel staff in clean white-and-red uniforms approached, each offering a polite nod.

“Please, this way,” they said, guiding them through the main dining area.

They walked past elegantly set tables and plush chairs until they reached a private VIP room tucked near a large windows facing east.

The sunlight streamed in, bright and intense, lighting up the table with a golden glow.

Asher squinted slightly, his eyes narrowing against the brightness.

Noticing this, Lucy raised a hand, signaling to the staff. “Could you lower the shutters, please?”

“Of course,” the staff replied, moving to adjust the controls.

Slowly, the shutters descended, softening the light to a comfortable level.

The room now held a warm, tamed glow, making the space feel cozier and more relaxed.

Lucy glanced at Asher, a slight smile on her face. She hadn’t minded the light, but she’d noticed his reaction and wanted him to feel at ease.

He turned to her and gave a small nod of thanks, appreciating the thoughtfulness behind her gesture.

“Order whatever you want,” she said, her tone light and casual. “Think of it as a celebration—for getting your life back.”

“Anything?” he asked, just to be sure.

Lucy nodded, leaning back in her chair. “Anything. No limits.”

“Thanks, he glanced down at the thick, leather-bound menu.

As he skimmed through the menu, he noticed something odd—there were no prices listed. The food here was probably so expensive they didn’t even want to put a number to it.

He glanced up at her, and she gave off that “I’m-not-worried-about-money” vibe, so he figured he might as well go all out.

“Guess it doesn’t matter what I order, huh?” he said, more to himself than to her.

Lucy chuckled. “Pretty much. Just order whatever sounds good.”

So, he did just that. He started reading off dishes that sounded so fancy, they could have been invented just to confuse him.

He came across something called ‘Cassolette de homard with beurre blanc au truffe.’ He squinted at the words, trying to make sense of it.

“Uh… Cassolette de homard?” he muttered, glancing at the waitress.

Lucy immediately sensed his discomfort. Without missing a beat, she raised her hand slightly, signaling the staff to hold off.

“Please give us some time,” she said politely, her tone firm but considerate. “We’ll let you know when we’re ready to order. Please, go ahead.”

The staff exchanged a quick, respectful glance before nodding in unison and stepping away.

She didn’t want them to think poorly of his man. Even though he wasn’t entirely sure of his feelings, she was certain about hers.

Asher noticed her gesture and felt thankful, which made him more comfortable opening up to her.

“What’s this? It’s hard to pronounce,” he said, pointing at the menu.

She giggled at his confusion. “It’s just a fancy lobster stew with a truffle butter sauce.”

“I see, that sounds… good.” He added it to his list.

Next, he stumbled on ‘Filet de boeuf Rossini with foie gras and demi-glace.’ His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read it.

“Filet de… boeuf Rossini?” he asked, glancing at her again.

She smiled, trying to keep a straight face. “It’s a beef fillet topped with seared foie gras and a rich sauce.”

“Beef fillet with… what’s foie gras again?” he asked, squinting at the menu.

“It’s a type of liver, but don’t worry—it’s actually really good. I think you’ll like it,” she reassured him.

“Okay, ‘beef with liver’—I think I got it,” he said, nodding like he understood.

He kept ordering more food, and asking her for description , this made the tension from before vanished, and she started laughing and giggling, finding him adorable.

‘Not good, I’m spoiling him so much…’ she trailed off.

‘But he’s just too cute.’ she giggled quietly to herself, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.

She had never expected that treating someone to food could feel this rewarding.

It wasn’t just about the material things; it was about seeing the joy in his eyes.

‘But I still need him to get stronger,’ she sighed quietly. ‘Or else…’