Glancing at Bennett, she flushed with embarrassment.

“Let's head back..."

But before she could finish her sentence, a burp escaped her lips.

“Oops, excuse me,” Claudia said, smiling sheepishly.

“Are you bloated?”

“No!"

Bennett poured her a cup of tea.

“Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Feeling uncomfortable, Claudia held the cup of tea and took a sip.

“Okay, maybe just a little."

After seeing how quickly she had eaten, Bennett wasn't surprised.

“Hold on a moment. I'LL make a call and tell them to send over some digestive pills."

She was at a loss for words.

Did he really have to do that?

Sitting there, Claudia turned crimson with embarrassment.

A short while later, there was a knock on the door of their private room. The waiter who had bought the digestive pills for Bennett entered. "Mr. Dreskin, here are the pills that you requested.”

Bennett nodded and pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet. "Thank you."

“Thank you, Mr. Dreskin," the waiter responded, understanding the situation perfectly.

With a discreet nod, he accepted the money and exited the private room.

Bennett handed over three digestive tablets, advising, "Try not to overeat next time. If you enjoy this place, we can visit frequently."

Initially embarrassed, Claudia's cheeks deepened to a more vibrant shade of red upon hearing his assurance.

She accepted the tablets from him, popping them into her mouth and beginning to chew before mumbling, "I didn’t intend to eat too much.”

She was just hungry and ate faster.

Normally a slow eater, she had consumed her dinner at an unusually brisk pace on this occasion.