"Well, you couldn't blame me. My wife's a stunner. I'm a lucky bastard to have her." 

I felt my face heated with the way Gideon complimented me in front of these people. I was sure as hell that my neck was red as tomatoes. I hope Gideon won't look at me. 

But he did. He smiled at me before excusing us from Mr. Golding. 

"Are you blushing earlier?" Gideon asked while we were in front of the food. Gideon asked for truffle pasta.  

"What? I'm not, Gideon!" I denied. The hell would I admit it to him! 

"Really?" The corner of his lips curled in a playful smile. 

"Shut up,...