Chapter 591 Pasta in the Night

Walter hurried out of the car, fumbling to pay the taxi fare for Meryl.

But when he turned around, Chandler had already pulled Meryl

into his Porsche and driven off.

Left behind in the chilly wind, Walter felt utterly helpless.

The taxi driver, still lingering, tipped his cap with a smirk. "Need another ride, young man?"

Walter could only sigh in frustration.

Meanwhile, Chandler had settled Meryl into the passenger seat of his car, carefully buckling her seatbelt.

Then he hit the gas, and the Porsche roared down the road.

Meryl sat quietly, trying to steady her emotions.

But her stomach betrayed her, growling loudly in the silence.

Chandler glanced at her, his expression unreadable.

He had planned to drive straight home, but halfway there, he made a sudden turn. They pulled up outside a small restaurant. Chandler took Meryl's hand and led her inside. The staff were busy cleaning up.

Pasta in

kitchen's already shut

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at the clock on the wall.

news, Meryl

But Chandler stopped her.

with his tailored suit, radiated an effortless

the waitress and asked,

Chandler's

it be possible for us to use the kitchen ourselves?" Chandler's voice was calm and

appearance, but she maintained her senses. She hesitated,

explained, his tone gentle. "She hasn't eaten yet tonight, and she's craving something

men

Please, help us out."

was against the rules, but faced with

the way you

you," Chandler said with genuine

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cameras and led them

a chair for Meryl and gestured

area, Meryl could see

surprise as he tied on an apron and

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