No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 747

"A bowl of extra spicy Bolognese," Fanny announced as she approached the counter, making her preference clear.

Since Sinclair wasn't usually a fan, she didn't bother to ask him what he wanted. To her surprise, right after she finished, Sinclair chimed in, "A bowl with a hint of tomato, just a touch of spice." Fanny turned to him, eyebrows raised in surprise. "You're eating too?"

Sinclair just shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, you expect me to just watch you eat?"

Their playful banter elicited a chuckle from the diner's owner, who couldn't help but add, "We often see young couples sharing a dish here."

Fanny fell silent. Once again, they were mistaken for a couple. It was a misunderstanding that had followed them since their school days. Even their teachers, unaware of the real situation, had mistaken their closeness for young love and had threatened to call their parents.

And now, years later, they were still facing the same mix-ups.

Fanny glanced at Sinclair, begrudgingly admitting to herself that the man hadn't aged a day.

"Yes, my uncle prefers his food mild, so please go easy on the chili," Fanny deliberately told the owner, throwing a bit of a curveball.

The owner paused, then chuckled awkwardly. "Not related by blood, I assume?"

her grandparents' adopted

topic, and Fanny quickly clarified with

much and found them a place to

let out a breath and followed, asking, "Uncle,

some milk tea from the shop next door. It should be here soon," Sinclair said, catching Fanny

had he even ordered? And since when did he start drinking milk tea instead of

in

one conclusion: he must have

This was the

from wanting to make someone else

your girlfriend home?" Fanny decided to break the silence with a bold

perplexed. "Girlfriend? Since when did

crumbling. Sinclair

are you just worried about the family finding out?" Fanny blurted out, the words tumbling

I visited

why else would a guy hang around the maternity

was a pregnant client

an event. I just