NovelEnglishTyrone waved dismissively. “Go ahead. If such a thing happens again, this restaurant will be closed.” “It won't happen again.” The manager breathed a sigh of relief as he left the room.
Within moments, the waitress arrived with a soothing bow! of warm porridge, which suited Sabrina’s upset stomach.
Sabrina only enjoyed the porridge along with sLight dishes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMeanwhile, back in the bustling kitchen, the manager sternly asked, “Who was responsible for cooking the mutton today?” Due to the mutton being the restaurant's specialty, it was handled with great care. Upon its arrival, a designated kitchen staff member promptly cut it into serving sizes and allowed it to marinate until a customer placed an order. At that point, it was ready to be cooked on the spot.
A young man confidently raised his hand, asking, “Why? What's the matter?” “How long was the mutton marinated for?” the manager asked, glancing at him.
ANGELA'sLIBRARY Although the man was young, he had accumulated two years of experience in the restaurant without a hitch.
“Half an hour! The meat was marinated as soon as it was delivered this morning. If you doubt me, feel free to review the surveillance footage.” The manager scratched his head, utterly perplexed. It was indeed an odd situation! All preparation protocols were meticulously followed and documented. He thought Tyrone and Sabrina would have no grounds to make any claims against the restaurant.
However, Tyrone and Sabrina had already brushed the incident off and didn’t think more about it.
Once outside the restaurant, the couple returned to the car.
En route, Sabrina gazed out of the window, taking in the street view.
Suddenly, a realization dawned on her. “Are we heading to Starriver Bay?” “Well, I've relocated there with Jennie. You can join us as well.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt’s not fair to keep bothering Bettie all the time.” Sabrina hesitated. “Well...” “If you're not sold on the idea, we can get remarried now.” “No,” Sabrina blurted out. Then, she realized she had said too hastily and glanced at Tyrone with an awkward smile.
Tyrone’s expression darkened. “Sabrina, don’t you want to remarry me?” Sabrina’s expression softened. “I don’t need the certificate. I've cback. Are you still afraid that I'll leave?” With no joint property or children, the prospect of marriage held little significance to her.
Tyrone pursed his lips and said nothing.
Her words stung a little, but Tyrone understood that she still harbored sdistrust in her heart, making remarriage unappealing.
When they arrived at Starriver Bay, Tyrone took Sabrina’s suitcase to the guest bedroom. “Have a rest. I'll help you tidy up your things later.”
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