After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

Chapter 663

I hadn’t expected Jared to ask that, so I replied, “Nathan was here recently and took me there.”

Jared turned his head away, sounding annoyed. “Figures. I knew it was him.”

Yvonne’s big, dark eyes flickered between us. “Is Uncle Nathan here for work?”

Jared, almost as if talking just to me, said, “Who knows if he’s here for work or for someone.”

I didn’t like his sarcastic tone, so I calmly shot back, “Whatever the reason, meeting a kindred spirit in a foreign country is a wonderful thing.”

“An opposite–sex confidant? You really call that a true friend?” Jared sneered.

I shot back with a smirk, “Well, that’s nothing compared to you guys and your so–called special female friends.”

Jared went silent in an instant.

“Dad, don’t start fighting with Mom the moment you see her. Did you forget why we’re here?” Yvonne shot Jared a look, raising her brows at him.

Jared gave me a long, meaningful look. “Come on, let’s get some dinner first.”

Jared had arranged for a business van and took Yvonne and me to a Mexican restaurant.

But it wasn’t the same restaurant Nathan took me to last time–Jared had already planned for us to come here.

As soon as we sat down, someone brought over a bouquet of red roses and set them right in front of me. And right after, a violinist started playing nearby. The music was lovely, but the whole setup felt a little strange.

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for a chance to

smell was the fresh scent

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in my arms and replied softly, “Thanks for arranging this. The

flowers are beautiful.”

about

my eyes serious. “Please, don’t set up these romantic gestures anymore. You’re my boss, and this really puts me in a tough spot as your

a moment, and

to do all this. You’ve been alone overseas for so long, and I wanted to give you a little

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mom’s a practical woman. She doesn’t care for these superficial gestures,” Jared said,

Mom. I won’t make suggestions like this again, I

the pity act, I

just eat. The food’s getting cold,” I said, quickly

to eat, and

was in a good mood. He ordered a bottle of red wine and poured