How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 793

Fleming's frown deepened. "Alright, you two handle it for now."

He hung up and looked up, meeting Esmeralda's stiff, uncertain expression.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he watched her for a few seconds. "Sorry, something urgent just came up. I've already reserved our table. You can call your friend to keep you company."

Esmeralda hardly had a moment to process this.

Fleming had already snapped his seatbelt into place, pressed the gas, and sped off, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him.

She stared after his car for a long moment.

Finally, she blinked, shrugged her shoulders as if to reassure herself, and muttered, "Alright then."

Left alone, Esmeralda glanced around, feeling a little lost.

Her stomach growled. She thought, Well, I'm here already-why make things harder for myself?

With a sigh, she walked inside, found their table, and ordered a few dishes.

The food looked appetizing enough, but every bite tasted bland, as if she were chewing wax.

Her posture, so straight before, suddenly slumped. With a piece of foie gras stuffed in her cheek, she sat there, looking somewhat forlorn.

herself missing

today had

undefinable sense

she thought about it, maybe she was just being petty.

herself to chew and

Sooner or later, she'd

get

took Elodie straight back to their apartment

a little worried

"Shouldn't

even fully recovered and was already

shrugged off his coat. The faint outline of bandages was

than you

momentarily at a

thought he was terrible

The house

he poured himself a glass of water. She watched him tilt his head back, his

a moment, she asked abruptly, "What's the deal with

the ring had supposedly been rushed

the glass down. "It's just like you heard

more that this man was far more complicated than he let

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