7 Chapter 7: This Is NOT The Novel World! [2]

Amon sat on his chair, leaning back as the old lady walked away; he decided to order dishes that he recalled Alice enjoyed eating during their previous lives, except she ate them with Ethan and not him.

'The irony, this place was supposed to be their romantic spot when they started dating. Now she will remember me every single moment.'

He didn't plan to forgive the woman, but he wouldn't upset his mother and refuse to meet her without reason; Amon planned to break off their engagement, as honestly, Alice wasn't his type, not for a wife anyway; she was more someone he would spend a fiery night of passion with then leave before the sun began to rise.

"How did you know...?" Alice asked, her voice a little softer than the icy tone she always used; her cheeks were a bit pink.

Honestly, this nearly shocked Amon because in NONE of his lives had she ever shown a face, not to him or Ethan. It was rather amusing but not enough to stir his heart. The image of this woman piercing his chest still too clear.

He would only enjoy piercing her the same way with a black dragon, then leaving her addicted and never returning her calls.

"Hmmm? Know what. The Zuppa Di Porri al Forno, Sedano E Spinaci? Or Bollito di carne? I love both dishes; in the past, I was so stupid trying to impress people that I acted like a clown, so from now on, I decided to find a new me and learn about new things, whether they are extravagant or from the poorest places in the world."

Amon noticed ocean-blue eyes of Alice flickering like gleaming jewels as she shook the empty glass of her wine before she seemed conflicted about something.

She didn't speak, so he just leaned back, enjoying the taste of the tarty fruit wine, his eyes closing as the melodies of Italica began to fill his ears, the delicious scents of melting cheese, tomatoes and pasta.

'In my past lives, why did I always act so irrationally, never taking a moment to enjoy the surroundings or appreciate even the taste of those wines I chugged like a buffoon...'

[The Supreme god was able to affect you and the other people's minds, limiting your intellect to make you look worse... for the enjoyment of a handsome, rich boy getting slapped.]

"Hmmm...." He mused, reaching out and taking a sip of wine; there was a strange cherry taste on the glass; as the moment he drank from the cup, Alice gasped, causing him to look down at her, now with red cheeks and looking to the side, her eyes darting towards him.

'Hey, stupid AI voice, why is this chick broken? Where is the frosty ice queen that left me even after I took her virginity and taught her the pleasures of being a woman? Even then, she was stoic and cold.'

[As I said... The Supreme God imposed chains and rules on all, from you to these girls, even your mother. When not around or involved with the main character Ethan, Alice Murdock must be cold, unfeeling, ruthless, and chaste. The fact that you still managed to get her into your bed without petty tricks led to God changing her feelings and thoughts to believing you have violated and tricked her...]

'You mean... this girl was just a robot for the novel readers to enjoy? A marionette... How about now? Who is in control now?'

[Nobody, the Supreme God, is dead, and this world is essentially free reign. Whoever is the strongest will decide.]

Amon gave Alice a gentle smile; the actions now were like deadly bombs in her eyes and chest while he began to fill another glass of wine for her, but using his own to tease her was pretty amusing for him.

She watched Amon as his silky black hair draped over his shoulder, covering his cheek as he poured half a cup of the non-alcoholic wine into his former cup, taking a sip with a nod after swilling, then pushing it over to Alice, with a sexy and evil smirk.

"Ah... that cup... it's not mine..." She said with a soft voice, almost a whisper.

"Drink, the starter will be here soon; it's the spinach soup you love; I made sure to ask for croutons as you like."

"Mmmm... okay...." Alice responded like a cute kitten, the slightly cold aura that generally filled her body in every meeting he had with her now long gone as she grasped the cup of wine with two hands and began kicking her feet slightly.

'AI... this woman isn't going to fall for me, right...?'

[...]

'Oi! What did you do!'

[Nothing... a little mission...]

"Tsk..."

Amon clicked his tongue, which caused Alice to misunderstand he was unhappy, as she reached out and held his hand, stroking his fingers with a strange look on her face, soft pink lips, smooth red cheeks like little apples and her eyes like two blue ocean were watching him with a soft glaze.

"Sorry.... don't be mad... okay? I'll be good..."

'Oi! Who is this soft-spoken girl!'

[Alice Murdock]

The moment he was about to go ballistic, he saw the plates slowly carried by the elderly woman, her soft, tanned face filled with wrinkles, but she must have been a beautiful woman in the past.

He slowly pulled his hands away, nodding towards the lady who watched them with a knowing chuckle and smile, causing Alice to be flustered as the appetiser was placed on the table with a clang.

Amon had ordered two dishes she seemed to love: Roasted Leek, Celery & Spinach Soup for the starter.

Although he lacked the reason or information, the chances of her accepting a pleasant and happy break to their engagement seemed easy.

No annoying argument, no stupid desire for revenge cause he offended her honour or family.

A simple goodbye.

'I wonder if they are any good, neither of them is something I've ever eaten...' He thought to himself, seeing the starry eyes of Alice as she picked up her spoon, her eyes darting towards him as she watched for him to move.

His spoon, deep to stop the spillage of the broth, a more Chinese spoon style, scooped up the roasted leak soup, taking a slight whiff of the scents, robust and aromatic, flavours and spices filling his nose.

'Oh? This is rather good!?'

Then, taking the first taste, he didn't realise that Alice was watching his response and facial reactions to eating the food intently, like watching an idol on television.

'Hmm... Why was I so fixated on Franzen and expensive dishes before!? The rich flavour... it's so vibrant... I can taste the roasted vegetables and charred leeks flavour. It's sweet with a smoky finish, while the mascarpone adds a soft creamy finish... what a wonderful soup, neither too strong nor too weak... my mouth is in love!'

[Why do you sound like you're having sex with the soup... It's only that the Supreme God dulled all your senses whenever eating, so you wouldn't know the difference between Franzen cuisine and dirty feet...]

'Hmph! Shut up! This is the nectar of the gods! Damn mindless machine!'

Slurp!

Alice finally took a sip, her face warming up with her eyes showing a cute crescent before placing it down and looking at Amon, who scooped spoon after spoon, never stopping and his face only showing a pleased and pleasant look, seemingly blocking himself from the world.

Her lips parted, whispering as she continued to eat herself. "Why does he look so charming even when eating soup.... stupid Amon..."

Shortly after the time had passed, Amon's face was seemingly devastated that the soup was finished, the bread gone.

He tried to re-order another serving, but both the AI and Alice stopped him just in time, as the old man looked tired as he finished cooking the last main of the day, the food for them as the light outside dimmed, most diners were now gone, leaving a strange and warm atmosphere.

The old lady seemed to have misunderstood they were on a date, as she even dimmed the natural lighting so the mood became more romantic and passionate.

At some point, Alice asked for the alcoholic version of this wine. As she placed the bottle on the table, Amon looked at her with sharp eyes.

"Alice, you are driving. You know this wine is powerful."

"Mmmm, but you can drive me home, right?"

"Why would I drive you home?"

He noticed that she had already drank several cups of this wine; it seemed he had made a mistake; this woman enjoyed it too much and was already tipsy.

"Hehe~ so you can be with me longer!"

"No, I am not going to do that."

"Eh~ don't be so mean, I am so tired of cultivating all the time... let's have some fun!"

'AI fix the damn woman...'

[???? This is the genuine Alice Murdock, though... the one you met was like a puppet...]

'I don't care! This woman wants to get in my lovely car; what if she dirties the seat with her sweat or vomit!'

"Fufu~, it's okay... I can come.... to your place.... too?"

He shook his head, making sure to switch her bottle with the non-alcoholic one he ordered as she looked out the window with her red cheeks and strange mood.

The old lady happily took the wine after he asked her quietly in Italian as she placed down the main course; somehow, the elderly lady misunderstood again as a symphonic piece began to play, likely a romantic concert collection from the couple's old lives.

Amon had already paid the couple a bonus when they served the bottles of wine, making sure to tip them 35% of the bill because of their excellent food, wine and service, adding it to his phone's top restaurant lists.

'Well... whatever, nothing will happen either way.'

"Oi, Alice, stop daydreaming about the food; it's already here... come eat!"

"Mmmm~, how about you feed me?"

He looked at her with cold eyes before eating a mouthful of the aromatic meat stew with a tasty red wine sauce; Amon didn't care about the outside world as the robust tastes began to blow his mind, the well-prepared cloves and juniper berries giving a pleasant aftertaste.

"I'll feed you if you give me a blowjob~ He said as a joke, irritated by her drunken talk getting in the way of his meal."

"Eh~ only that? Hehe~, feed me then!" Her voice was sultry as she leaned over the table, her soft pink lips parted as she licked along her teeth, narrow eyes watching him as the table's candlelight made her look alluring.

"Okay.. I'll be a good girl... feed me, my arms are tired.... I'll drink it... I promise~ hehe!"

'System! She was a virgin for 200 chapters!'

[This AI is currently on a break; please check back in the morning]

'Fuck this world! I'm eating my damn Bollito di carne!'

Sadly, although he tried, the annoying baby voice seemed to have some effect, as he began feeding her with his spare hand, just to shut her up, while he was multitasking and feeling himself, ignoring her stupid noises and cooing like a damn bird from the taste.

'Why can't she be fierce and like Ming Xue? The damn main heroine is too easy in this life!'