NovelEnglishHowever, the location she meticulously chose was a Thymion-style restaurant that had an ambiance that was perfect for two people to dine and chat.
As Josie mulled over her thoughts, her lips involuntarily curved into a smile. By the tshe realized what was happening, she felt something was amiss. Was she actually looking forward to this meeting? She had clearly invited him with the intention of apologizing and understanding the situation, so why did it suddenly feel like she was on a date? It felt as though she had returned to the twhen she first fell for this man, when everything she did was filled with anticipation. Her heart seemed to have cback to life again.
"Miss? Could you please show your reservation code?" The waiter had to repeat himself for the third tbefore Josie finally snapped back to reality. She muttered an apology, found the reservation code on her phone, and handed it over.
Their table was by the window, offering a view of the bustling traffic and pedestrians on the street below.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"My friend hasn't arrived yet. I'll order the food a bit later." The waiter shot her an understanding smile and stepped out.
Josie let out a breath, her nerves somewhat eased as she decided to relax. After all, it was just about apologizing to him. She was flexible and adaptable. It was no big deal.
As for her inexplicable nerves and heart flutters, she decided to ignore them.
Nonetheless, as tticked on, her anxiety intensified. It was truly peculiar. She felt expectant yet fearful at the stime. It was eight o'clock.
When Dexter checked his watch for the third time, an unmistakable tension emanated from him. Not a single waiter in the vicinity dared to approach him.
The individuals who could book this table were either wealthy or noble, so it wouldn't do to disturb and potentially irritate them. "Sorry I'm late." Suddenly, a voice rang out. Recognizing it, Dexter looked up. Upon identifying the newcomer, a flicker of impatience crossed his otherwise calm eyes.
It was Juliette.
Juliette was dressed in a form-fitting white gown that flowed sensuously as she walked.
She had a great figure and exuded confidence. Sexy but not obscene, she was the epitof classy.
She approached Dexter with a smile, whispering, "The owner of Eccentric Corporation suddenly fell ill. Coincidentally, he knows both of us are acquainted, so he specifically askedto meet you. Please don't be upset." With just a few sentences, the entire sequence of events was thoroughly explained.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThen, she sat down.
However, her confidence seemed to wane upon encountering Dexter's calm and indifferent expression. Juliette leaned forward and asked cautiously, "Dexter... are you angry?" Dexter remained silent.
Juliette's feigned confidence finally crumbled. She waved over the waiter while saying, "It's Friday today, and I don't have much going on. It wouldn't hurt to have a meal together. Would you like to have a drink? I'll order some." After painstakingly getting dressed up, she couldn't even bring herself to say the words "have a date." "I don't drink." "I forgot you don't drink. So, what would you like to eat? The owner of Eccentric Corporation specifically instructedto take good care of you and not to neglect the proper etiquette." The waiter had already approached them. Juliette was dressed so beautifully and was clearly a mature and attractive woman. Coupled with the intimate atmosphere of the western restaurant, and it was apparent that she was in a no rétationship with the aloof and reserved man in front of her.
"Sir, Miss, what would you like to eat? On Fridays, we have a special event for couples where you can choose from our finest steaks." Juliette flipped open the menu. "I think this one seems quite—” “Juliette," Dexter uttered in an icy cold voice.
She paused in her actions, subconsciously biting her lower lip while anxiously waiting for his next words.
"What's the nof the owner of Eccentric Corporation?" The owner of Eccentric Corporation rarely made appearances, and it was widely rumored that it was due to poor health. Few knew his real name.
Juliette closed the menu, signaling the waiter to leave first. Smiling wryly, she asked, "Dexter, what exactly are you trying to say?"
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