Chapter 782

Grace looked over the menu with a decisive gleam in her eye. "Alright, I'm going all in!"

Murray nodded, a silent spectator to her enthusiasm.

"Hey, Sally!" Grace called out to the owner, who was bustling behind the counter.

She rattled off a list of orders with the ease of a regular. "Trust me, these are to die for! Better than any fancy restaurant!"

Grace's eyes sparkled with excitement as she made her recommendations. Murray, however, was less than enthusiastic. The smoky aroma of the barbecue in the air made his throat itch, and the constant hustle and bustle around them only added to his discomfort. The plates of grilled food that arrived at their table barely held his attention before he lost all appetite.

He reminisced about the early days with Roseanne when they'd happily devoured street food together. How things had changed. Now, it all felt wrong.

Grace picked up a skewer, smiling as she offered it to him. "Try this one. It's my favorite."

Murray didn't reach for it.

Grace hesitated. "You're not into this, are you? I'm sorry, I should've thought it through," she said quickly, setting the skewer down with an awkward flush. "We can go somewhere else if you want. You pick."

acting up. I

I ordered so

patience was wearing thin. "If you can't finish it,

a few skewers before giving up. The rest went

clear the table, casting a regretful

folks shouldn't

you can eat. Money or not, it's

back to

he spoke

the silence grew more pronounced. Murray seemed oblivious,

by, lost in her own thoughts, until they passed

but pulled over, leading Grace into a bar called "The

owner greeted him with the enthusiasm of

mindful of Grace's drinking capacity, opted for a bottle of champagne instead, guiding

a knowing smile as they

came, right? I heard he was heartbroken over a breakup. But a year's a long

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