52. Rarest Girl

Lucy’s POV

Edward slowly took my finger out of his mouth, and I opened my mouth wide. He asked the waiter, "Do you have a plaster or a piece of cloth?"

"Yes, sir." The waiter ran to the kitchen and came back with a plaster in his hand.

Edward carefully put the plaster around my pointy finger and said, "It's okay. It's just a little cut."

Despite my relief that he was such a gentleman, I found myself nervously staring at him and biting my lower lip.

He told me, "Now you can finish your food."

I smiled at him.

And he added with a wink, "Don't play with the knife again, though..."

I let out a soft laugh and said, "Thank you..."

He took out a piece of tissue and wiped the edge of my lip with it. Then he whispered. "Don't bother looking at him again. He'll only ruin your day..."

Then, with a grin on my face, I swallowed and kept eating till I was full. It was hard for me not to look at Arman, who was sitting at a different side table. I also tried to figure out how to stop jealousy b