Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 33: It’s so embarrassing

Silas ’s POV

"Well, it’s nothing. It’s just that the chef here doesn’t like to take my order."

"Huh? Why?" Lysander started looking at the chef.

"Chef, why are you being biased?" Lysander’s voice was cold, and it was my first time hearing him like this. I thought he only knew how to speak in a sweet tone.

"Lysander, it doesn’t matter." I was about to fill my plate with food from the counter when Lysander suddenly held my hand to stop me. I glanced at him.

"Is this why the company hired you, Chef? Does the CEO know about this behavior of yours?"

Whoa, that was cool. The chef looked like he was about to chicken out after hearing Lysander.

"He’s just a newbie here, so why are you taking his side, Lysander?"

"It doesn’t matter if he’s a newbie. The point is, you’re here to serve everyone equally, without favoritism. But instead, you’re treating them based on their status."

Lysander glanced at me, then turned back to the chef.

"You serve the best food only to those who have become actors, and you give leftovers to the newbies? Just wait, I’m going to report you."

Suddenly, Lysander grabbed my hand and pulled me out of there. I didn’t understand what was happening. Weren’t we here to eat? And now we were just leaving like that?

Once we stepped outside, I frowned. "What is this? Why did we leave without eating?"

He let go of my hand. "We can’t eat there when they don’t even want to serve you properly."

"Does that even matter? At least I had something to eat. If I don’t eat there, I won’t have money to eat anywhere else."

I was a little frustrated, and when I looked at Lysander’s face, he suddenly looked gloomy. He was staring at me with pitiful eyes.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

Lysander didn’t answer. The face that was always smiling now looked upset. It was a completely different sight.

"What are you two doing here?"

I turned my head at the familiar voice and saw Damon standing there, holding his phone to his ear like he was on a call.

"Silas, what happened?"

It had been a week since we last saw each other. After that incident in the elevator, I hadn’t seen Damon at all, and I’d been busy. But now, after a whole week, he had come to me himself.

Wait, no. He’s probably not here for me. He’s here for Lysander. After all, Lysander is a really famous artist in his company.

I didn’t respond, but Damon kept looking at me. He probably wanted to ask why Lysander’s face looked downcast.

"Nothing happened. And Lysander, why are you making that face?"

"Silas." Suddenly, Lysander hugged me from one side, and I almost fell—until Damon grabbed my other hand to steady me.

"Be careful. And Silas, aren’t you feeling cold?"

Damon looked me over from head to toe. I was wearing shorts. Of course, I wasn’t feeling cold. That’s why I was wearing them. Should I just write on my thighs that I’m not cold?

I was about to say that when—

"Mr. Damon, I have something to tell you. Should we grab something to eat while talking?" Lysander suggested.

Okay, they must have personal things to talk about. I should probably leave.

"Okay, then I’m leaving now. Can both of you let me go?"

Instead of letting go, Damon suddenly pulled my hand, pulling me toward him.

"Mr. Damon, what do you think you’re doing? Touching me without my permission?"

Just then, Lysander pulled me away from Damon.

"Mr. Damon, everyone is watching, so please pay attention to your surroundings."

Lysander glanced around, but I didn’t see anyone.

"And Silas, when I said ’eat,’ I meant all three of us should go together."

"But how can I come with both of you?"

"By walking," Damon said calmly.

...That’s not even funny. Is he trying to make fun of me? I stared at Damon, but in the end, I was hungry, so I went with them.

I got a message from Nekol asking what I was doing. I replied, saying I was with Lysander. He just sent back, Enjoy yourself.

When we got into the car, for some reason, Damon insisted I sit in the passenger seat, while Lysander kept pulling me toward the backseat to sit with him. In the end, I pushed Lysander into the passenger seat and sat alone in the back. That was nice.

After a while, Damon stopped the car, and I glanced outside. There was a massive, luxurious hotel in front of me.

I was about to step out when Damon opened the car door from the right side and stretched out his hand toward me, like he wanted me to hold it while getting out.

It was the first time someone had ever done something like that for me.

Just then—

"Silas, come here."

I glanced back and saw Lysander had opened the car door from the left side and stretched out his hand the same way.

"Silas, choose me and come out from my side."

Indeed, childish behavior from that pig. Damon was just looking at me without saying anything, unlike him. So, I gave my hand to Damon and stepped out of the car while holding his hand.

"Why did you choose him?" Lysander whined, coming up to me.

"I didn’t choose anyone. I just stepped out from that side."

As soon as I got out of the car, cold wind brushed against my bare legs, sending goosebumps up my skin.

Now I was feeling cold.

We walked into the hotel, but Lysander still wouldn’t shut up. He kept asking why I chose Damon over him. Finally, I decided to answer.

"Because you’re ugly, and he’s more handsome than you."

I said it as a joke, but suddenly, there were tears in his eyes, like he was about to cry at any moment. I quickly tried to calm him down.

"N-No! I was teasing you! Don’t cry, please!"

He sniffled and wiped his nose with his hands.

"You’re the most handsome person I’ve ever seen in my whole life!"

"Really?"

"Yes." Well... that wasn’t a full lie. It was a half-lie. He was handsome... just not that handsome.

Then I realized—Lysander wasn’t wearing his mask or cap.