Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 255

The intimate way the two were looking at each other made Jose purse his lips.

Just as Harold and Autumn were in the middle of eating their pasta, an old man in traditional garb with a goatee and a handheld fan walked over to them and began staring at them. As a matter of fact, he even started gulping.

Both Harold and Autumn paused in the middle of their meal when they realized that the lighting had dimmed. Then, they lifted their heads.

“Sir, do you want to eat this too? Why don't I order a set for you?” Autumn suggested in confusion at the sight of the elderly man swallowing and staring at the pasta as if he was starving.

“It's fine. I'll just eat what's left on your plates,” the old man with a goatee said as he pointed at the half- empty plates.

“You want our leftovers?” Harold asked, baffled.

He thought he was already one of the sloppier people, but it seemed like the old man was even less meticulous than he was.

The old man then nodded in affirmation. Without wasting another second, he snatched the plate from Harold's hand.

Then, as if finding Harold's food too little for his appetite, he snatched Autumn's portion when she was not even done eating yet and poured the two plates of pasta together before wolfing it down.

Harold and Autumn were dumbfounded by that.

The two glanced at the old man before looking around in the fancy hotel ballroom.

Both were sure that they were in an upscale hotel, not a beggar's hideout.

Still confounded, the two shared a look with each other.

Nonetheless, the old man seemed completely unperturbed as he focused on the food.

But there is plenty of food in the area. How can this old man be this starved?

All of a sudden, Harold narrowed his eyes.

There's only one reason for the old man to do this—he deliberately approached us!

With that thought in mind, a look of amusement crossed Harold's face.

“Young man, what are you smiling at? The pasta tastes quite good. To repay your kindness, why don't I tell you about your fortune for free?” the old man said in slight embarrassment when he sensed Harold's stare.

“Sir, you know how to read fortunes? Why don't you read mine?” Autumn exclaimed when she heard the old man's words.

“No problem. Give me your hand.”

It seemed like the old man was delighted with the naive look on Autumn's face.

When he saw Autumn stretching her arm out, he took her hand and began studying it.

A moment later, the old man drew his brows together.

“What's the matter, sir? Is it bad?” Autumn worriedly asked.

“Miss, your fortune is complicated to read. Something that will change your fate will happen tonight. Let me give you a word of advice: Think wisely before taking any action.” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

The old man's words had only served to confuse Autumn even more.

“I...”

Autumn was speechless, finding the old man's words nothing but preposterous.

When the old man noticed the look of disbelief on Autumn's face, he smiled but said nothing. Instead, he turned to Harold.

“Young man, you have rosy cheeks, and that is a sign of incoming love. It looks like you'll be in luck in your love life for this period of time. I'm sure you'll meet somebody tonight. Do you mind showing me your hand?” the old man asked with a smile.