To Royale Club

Chelsea turned to Magnus, surprised. “I thought I was paying?”

His expression was warm and gentlemanly. “It’s our first meal together. How could

I possibly let a lady pay?”

“But…” Chelsea hesitated, about to insist, but Magnus cut her off with a grin. “Next time, you can treat me. How about that?”

Magnus knew well enough that someone like Chelsea wouldn’t try to take advantage of him.

As expected, Chelsea smiled and nodded, “All right, next time, I’ll definitely pick up the bill.”