Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 119 You're Glowing Just as I was about to explain, Eric suddenly took my hand and smiled as he nodded. "Thank you."

As the owner walked away, Eric led me to a seat by the window. The atmosphere between us felt oddly charged because of that little moment earlier.

He was the one who broke the silence. "You never brought Jeremiah here?"

I nodded honestly. "No, I used to come alone."

Eric raised an eyebrow. "What about that junior of yours, Levi? He never came either?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you think Levi is some kind of ghost?"

Eric nodded, completely serious. "Yeah, a ghost. One that refuses to go away."

His words reminded me of something he had said before, and my face instantly warmed. Right now, we were finally alone together.

Before I could think too much, the owner returned with a steaming pot of seafood chowder. Her husband followed behind, setting down a few side dishes.

As they left, I caught the amused, knowing looks they exchanged.

and nothing. Time slipped away, and before I knew it, it was already past midnight. My phone screen lit up with

but mentioned I would be home late. I

to bed. I'll

though I was with Eric, I

message, I set my phone down and looked up-only to meet Eric's steady gaze. My heart pounded. For some reason, I felt like I had just been caught

I blurted out the first thing

"There is. You're glowing."

bullet straight to my heart, knocking the breath

few seconds to regain my composure. Flustered, I quickly said, "It's getting late. You have work

lips curled into a smirk as amusement flickered in his

pay, the owner looked at me in surprise.

moment, a memory flashed in my mind—Eric excusing himself to

an awkward laugh, waved my hand, and left without

the owner gave me a knowing look. "Your husband is a great guy.

to correct her. That would only lead to more questions. Instead, I simply nodded. Eric was already waiting in the car. As soon as I got in, he glanced at me with a teasing smile. "What were

no way I would tell him what