She hastened to adjust Bennett's collar and tried to secure the button. However, her trembling fingers fumbled, causing the button to slip away repeatedly.

Her fingertips delicately traced his chest multiple times, evoking an indescribable sense of seduction.

Unable to bear it any longer, Bennett gently gripped her hands and pushed them away.

“No, thanks.”

Bennett had struggled to keep himself in check. His voice held a chilling, rough edge, one that set Claudia's nerves on edge. In response, she dropped her hands and froze, resembling a child caught in a misdeed, seeking forgiveness.

Bennett gave her a long look before voicing his worry, “How's your foot? Does it hurt?"

"No."

As Claudia Lifted her gaze to meet Bennett's, she wasn't sure if it was her perception playing tricks on her. His black eyes appeared devoid of any anger.

She exhaled in relief. “I apologize."

Bennett pulled the wheelchair closer and instructed, "Take a seat." The commotion earlier had been quite intense. Claudia would have collided with the serving cart had Bennett not acted swiftly. The cart held steaming soup. Had Claudia crashed into it, the outcome could have been disastrous.

Besides, Claudia's right leg was still in the process of healing. A fall could risk a re-fracture of her shin bone, leaving her recovery in jeopardy.

Once Claudia had settled into the wheelchair, the restaurant manager approached to extend his apologies.

“Madam, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

The sincerity in the manager's apology convinced Claudia not to escalate the situation. Her anxiety had indeed spiked during the earlier incident.

“I'm okay. The floor is somewhat slippery. I would recommend having it cleaned."

"Understood! I am truly sorry. There was a spill earlier and it appears it was not properly cleaned. I'm relieved you're alright. To make amends, we'll offer a 20% discount on your meal."

Twenty percent off.

Claudia calculated that this discount would save them over 1000 dollars, a fair reflection of their sincerity.

As she prepared to respond, Bennett, silent until now, suddenly interjected, "The quality of your service doesn't match the high rates you charge for meals.”

The manager's expression stiffened upon hearing Bennett's remarks.

As someone in charge of an high-end restaurant, he had interacted with numerous clients and instantly recognized Bennett as a man of stature and wealth.

The air in the room turned frosty. Bennett rested his hand on the wheelchair's handle and stated, "The discount is not necessary."