Human nature, by and large, loved a good spectacle.
Especially when a clash involved several exceptionally attractive young people and seemed to feature such crowd-pleasing drama as romantic entanglements, its appeal grew exponentially.
Almost the instant Ellie finished saying, "I'll kill you~," more than eighty percent of the diners in the previously quiet Golden Crucible restaurant turned their eyes in unison toward Greg's table.
Whispers erupted all around them.
"That tone... tsk, tsk. Did his actual girlfriend catch him on a date with other girls?"
"No way. That blonde beauty is involved with him too?!"
"There are five beautiful girls of that caliber in the restaurant right now, and four of them are connected to him?! That's ridiculous!"
"Who the hell is he? Some high-ranking noble?"
"Whoever he is, he's probably in deep trouble now. Heh heh..."
Under countless curious, envious, or jealous gazes, Ellie seemed utterly indifferent to the commotion around her.
She merely lowered her head slightly, her dark golden hair falling to conceal part of her face, leaving only her tightly pressed lips visible as the atmosphere around her grew increasingly oppressive.
"Young master... here you are, enjoying an expensive dinner with these... man-stealing hussies. You certainly look relaxed and happy... You have no idea how hard it's been for me... all alone, ever since I left you..."
Greg's heart gave a sharp pang at her words.
His rational mind told him that Ellie's claims of hardship were most likely exaggerated.
Emotionally, however, hearing her say those words in that tone still sent an indescribable surge of guilt welling up uncontrollably.
Greg recalled that he really hadn't taken much initiative to contact her lately. He barely even knew anything about her current work situation...
I feel like I really have been a little out of line.
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