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

had been

of embarrassment and an undefinable sense of grievance welled up within

maybe she was just being petty.

forced herself

she told herself. Sooner or later, she'd

get

Elodie straight back to their apartment instead of anywhere

was still a little worried about

him. "Shouldn't you be resting for a

recovered and was already running

his coat. The faint outline of bandages was

better shape than you think. No need to

at a loss

just thought he was terrible

this hour, Cara was off work. The house

glass of water. She watched

abruptly, "What's the deal

right, the ring had supposedly been rushed by some random

hers, setting the glass down. "It's just like you

more that this man was far more complicated than he let on. All these

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