My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 491

Crescent Garden, an old apartment complex in the east of A City used to be the city center of A City,and because of its previous prosperity, there were many buildings of historical value left.

The buildings in this area were not very high, with at most about five or six floors. Although they didnot look as modern as the new buildings, most residents here were rich locals, and it was easy toreplace retired people who owned several new houses in this area. The pace of life here was very slow,and people who lived there felt very comfortable and satisfied.

"Did that man come to our restaurant today?" A female employee of a restaurant was lookingcuriously at the square.

There was an old square in the center of Crescent Garden, and its surrounding environment wasvery good. There were also many restaurants around. Especially, there was a western restaurantspecializing in handmade biscuits and cakes that had a very good business. Many tourists wouldcome from all over the country to enjoy the food there.

But recently, the female employees of this restaurant noticed a very special male guest.

He often patronized the restaurant. He was a little eccentric and liked the seat in the corner themost. He seemed to be a little paranoid about a fixed seat. If the seat he usually sat in was occupied,he would turn around and leave.

Most importantly, the man was very beautiful. He had a tall and slender figure, and his features werevery handsome. He looked a little like a mixed-race, especially because his blue eyes were clear andbeautiful. His skin was very fair, and so were his arms. His long fingers were clearly jointed. Even hishands were so beautiful.

"Leave that seat in the corner to that beautiful man. The other guests are very happy to see him."The owner of the restaurant was an old man in his eighties, and he couldn't help but praise thatman's appearance.

"He has been coming to our restaurant to have meals for almost half a year. Haven't you got toknow what his name was?"

When there were few customers in the restaurant, the female employees liked to gather togetherand talk about the special male guest.

"You even remember how long he had come to our restaurant for meals?"

"Of course. His appearance and temperament are so special that it's hard to forget about it, okay?"Most of the people who came to work in the restaurant were very young girls. Some of themworked part-time and studied in college, while others dropped out of school to earn money.

At the age of the first awakening of love, women were very enthusiastic and curious abouthandsome men.

"I don't think he's like an ordinary salaried worker. Look at the shirts and clothes he usually wears...Those are all of the big brands.”

"Of course. As for someone like him who is taken care of by god, even if he casually chooses to be amodel, he will be a top male model, and his income will be much higher than that of the ordinaryworking class.”

These young girls’ enthusiasm was like fire, but no one dared to ask him his name and where hecame from for such a long time.

One of the older foremen among them sighed, "I think he has that kind of temperament whichmake others not dare to walk close..." She just didn't dare to talk to him for fear of disturbing him."He might probably be the son of a rich family."

"Then why does he like to go to a restaurant like ours that caters to ordinary people? If he onlycomes here once or twice, he may just replace it's fun to occasionally go to ordinary restaurant. But he'salways been ordering the cheapest cake. He hasn't even ordered our most expensive opera cake.”Suddenly, a short-haired girl excitedly pointed at the window of the restaurant and shouted, "Look,he's outside in the square..."

"Where?!"

"A little to the right, under that tree. See? He fell asleep leaning against the tree!" She exclaimedexcitedly as if she had seen the person she loved.

"Yes, I see him. He really fell asleep leaning against the tree. God, he looked so handsome when hefell asleep.”

A group of female employees was talking about him enthusiastically.

"Hey, hey, hey, ladies, calm down. We are still in the work time.” The male staff in the restaurantknocked on the table to remind them.

One of the girls with a ponytail turned around and replied to him, "It's employee benefits to watch ahandsome man sleep.”

"What's so good about watching a man sleeping?”

"If it were you, we wouldn't be bothered to watch it. Handsome men are different. It is much moreeye-catching than the special effects scenes of stars... I wonder whether it would make him angry if Isecretly took photos of him."

A group of female employees began to have a heated discussion about whom to send to the tree tosecretly take a picture of a handsome man's sleeping face.

The male employees in the restaurant were really jealous and angry. "You are anthomaniacs. A manwho is so beautiful must have something wrong with him."

"And that man can fall asleep anywhere. On my way home from work last time, I saw him sitting ona wooden chair and he had actually fallen asleep there. I don't know if he's pretending or not. A lotof women were taking pictures of him around him.”

Yes, Derek had been very somnolent recently.

He himself did not know the reason for it. Whether he lay down, sat down, or stood, he wanted tosleep all the time. He could only stay awake for a few hours a day and was in a state of sleepwalkingduring the rest of the day.

Once, he woke up at the foot of a hillside in the green belt on the side of the road. He was veryconfused. He probably fell down when he walked by, and then he fell asleep there because he feltsleepy.

Derek brushed down the dust on his body and went back calmly. He didn't take it seriously at all.

It was more unlikely that he would think of himself somehow becoming a hot topic in thisneighborhood. Of course, even if someone told him that he was high-profile, he would still beindifferent to it.

Whether you paid attention to me or not had nothing to do with me.

It was Derek's nature, which was always like this.

Derek lived in the old district of Crescent Garden. He chose this place because compared to thebustling city of A City, it made him feel more peaceful.

He liked a fixed life. He would like to choose the same restaurant, eat the cake of the same flavor,and sit on the same stool under the same tree.

He was used to living alone and he hated strangers entering his domain. It would make him uneasy.Even if it was just a cat, it would make him toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep all night.

Derek didn't sleep well last night, and it was all a cat's fault.

When he felt the sun rising, he would sit on the bed and look at the walls around him. The housewas empty and he thought it was very good. Others said the life he lived was too lonely and quiet,but he was used to it.

Just as Derek stretched out his hands, he heard another sound, "Meow -"

Derek frowned.

So, without thinking about it, he stood up and went out directly. He walked to the tree in the squarepark, which was his second place to take a rest.

He leaned against the big tree and smelled the fragrance of the plants, while the setting sun madehim feel very warm. The sun shone through the leaves above his head on his fair face. His clear blueeyes were very stunning. He closed his eyes with long eyelashes and fell asleep as he wished.

But someone disturbed him at this moment. "Hey, hello, handsome boy. Are you awake?" A figurestood beside him and greeted him warmly.

Even if Derek fell asleep, he was very vigilant.

At this moment, he could not feel the danger, so he still closed his eyes and breathed evenly as ifthe person didn't exist.

The waitress in front of him was very brave. She squatted down next to him and continued to say ina low voice, "Handsome, it's not good for your stomach if you don't have breakfast.” Her voice wassweet and caring.

Derek slept casually, leaning against the big tree and sleeping with his head sideways. His short hairhad not been taken care of for some time. His bangs were a little long and blocked his vision. A rayof sunlight fell on his head, which did not dazzle him. He slept comfortably, but now a voice hadbeen disturbing him.

Derek's breathing became a little unsteady, and he frowned while his previous relaxed expressiondisappeared.

"Don't get so close to me." He said in a deep and languid voice.

He spoke slowly, and he was obviously in a daze after sleep, without any imposing manner whichmight make others feel disgusted. Instead, the waitress found his voice particularly pleasant andintoxicating. She looked at him blankly.

The waitress was surprised and immediately looked a little embarrassed. Then she took out acolorful paper box and opened it. There was a beautiful cake inside.

"I'm an employee of the western restaurant on the north street, the one you often go to.”

She smiled shyly and realized that she had forgotten to introduce herself. Looking at the handsomeman in front of her, she was a little nervous. She slowly pushed the cake in front of him andexplained.

"This, this is what the owner of our restaurant said to give you."

In fact, it was the thought of a few female employees of the restaurant to send a cake to this specialmale guest. They wondered if he would like it or not.

In particular, the cake maker in their restaurant was so nervous that she even looked towards themwith binoculars in the restaurant. The female fans were like red roses, crazy and enthusiastic.

Derek leaned his body to one side and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the exquisite opera cake on the grass and didn't express much emotion.

"This is our signature cake... It's just been made. You would probably like it." The waitress continuedto chat with him enthusiastically.

She had never seen a man who liked desserts as much as this handsome man did. He sometimes satin the fixed seat in the restaurant and ordered 5 or 6 plates of the same cake. This man could eatthe cake bit by bit with a fork without blinking his eyes. He had an elegant gesture as a noblemanwho appeared on the screen, and the way he ate was pleasing to the eye as well.

All this was just a stranger's thought.

Derek did not touch the cake. He had always been not keen on trying new things, especially food.Originally, eating was just to take care of his spleen and stomach. What he ate was not important tohim.

Christina often chattered in his ear that she had never seen a man who liked desserts as much as hedid. He didn't say a word. In fact, it was just because he could get more calories from desserts, andthen he didn't have to worry about what to eat anymore.

To put it bluntly, he was just lazy.

Thinking of Christina, Derek had a look in his eyes that was a little disappointed, as if his only toyhad been taken away by another person.

"Meow -" suddenly, a cat meowed.

A black cat with soft hair walked out of the grass. Its tail was very long, and it swayed its tailgracefully in the air, as if it did not want to touch the dirty soil on the ground.

The waitress was startled by the sudden appearance of the black cat.

What was even more amazing was that she saw the cat walk to the position between them, andthen it unceremoniously stick out its tongue to lick the cake.

Did cats eat desserts as well?

The waitress felt confused, and looking at the cat's elegant eating style, she couldn't help but lookup at the man next to her who was leaning against the tree.

Derek was also looking at the cat which ate the cake that should belong to him. His beautiful browswere frowning again.

"Ah, this is your cat. It's so cute.”

The waitress said with a smile, trying to ease the atmosphere.

She even wanted to reach out and touch the cat's furry head to get close to the little animal.However, the black cat did not want anyone to touch it at all. It raised its neck high and sat veryupright, just like the statues of the divine cats in Egypt. Its golden eyes were very bright and itspupils were very smart, revealing a strange feeling that it might be able to see through people'sminds.

It was as if the cat's eyes were emitting a threatening sense of alienation. It seemed to say: Don'ttouch me.

The ordinary waitress looked at the cat in front of her. For some reason, she felt a chill on her back,and she froze as she was about to reach out and touch the cat.

"This is not my cat,” Derek said slowly with a languid voice.