Chinese food was good, but it was even better when there was someone to share it with. Sharing truly was caring after all.
Simone and William mostly ate in silence, save for the occasional, “Oh, this is so good!” or “You should try this.”
William’s mind was elsewhere, however, as he thought of his uncle’s visit and words. The Black family could become troublesome, if they were to take action, for they had built an empire rivaling his. They weren’t to be messed with. But then again, neither was he.
“Are you okay, Will?” Simone soon asked him, putting her hand on his arm.
William had unconsciously stopped eating.
“Yes, just thinking about something,” he nodded at her, and resumed eating at once.
“You won’t tell me what’s troubling you, and it’s fine by me, really… but please know that
