Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

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Griffon led Taya to the top floor of the hotel.

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It was a French restaurant. Sitting there, they had a panoramic view of the nighttime scenery.

He seemed to have booked the entire restaurant. There was a group of waiters in tuxedos and bow ties, serving only them.

The energetic French manager, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sat down on the terrace in front of them. He leaned over and handed them an extremely luxurious menu. Griffon took it and placed it in front of Taya. "What do you want to eat, Taya?"

Taya opened the menu. When she saw that it was all in French, she looked a bit constipated.

She couldn't understand it at all. A subconscious trace of embarrassment appeared on her fair face, and her flustered hands tucked her hair behind her hair.

Griffon, who was sitting across from her, quickly stretched out his fingers to take the menu,

He didn't know what she liked to eat, so he wanted her to order for herself. However, it seemed that he hadn't been considerate enough.

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Griffon felt a little guilty. He glanced at Taya, but didn't say anything.

He turned his head to the French manager and used English to order. After ordering the appetizer and the main course, he looked at Taya again. "Taya, do you want macarons or egg tarts for dessert?"

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an attempt to divert her attention so

She whispered, "Egg tarts..."

that was soft and sweet, and egg

gently. He closed the menu and signaled for the French

table, a few flickering candles shone

who was wearing a white shirt with a slightly open neckline, look extremely noble

the leather sofa. With a pair of deep eyes that seemed to hold constellations in them, he stared at the woman

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word. Perhaps it was the environment that made her

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his

"Yes, sir?"

French this time, which Taya didn't understand. Moments later, however, a famous cellist

simply nodded to them, then

relaxing music could be heard, which made Taya's

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raised his fingers. He grabbed

held her tightly, as if he was holding a treasure that he

let go until the waiters served

Griffon made a mental note

wage a cold war against her. He hardly paid attention to what

which was a pity.