The Woman From Hell

At noon, I came to the address Cole mentioned.

It was a small, quiet shop. Although it was peak lunch hour, there were not many people in the shop.

The seat he chose was also easy to spot. Cole pulled out the chair for me. He was very gentlemanly. "Thank you." I nodded at him.

After Cole sat down, he snapped his fingers. "You can serve the food now."

"You already ordered?"

"Yes, I come to this restaurant often, so I ordered some of their signature dishes on my own initiative. I hope you don't mind, President Lane." Cole looked at me, those deep eyes filled with stories.

I froze for a moment before smiling and replying, "Why would I? It's good. I don't have to worry about what to order."

"Although there aren't many people here, the food is delicious. The proprietor doesn't bother to promote it and opens it as he pleases. Many people come here when it's not open and don't try to come again." "So, that's how it is."

The dishes were served very quickly, and within a few minutes after I sat down, the waiter informed us, "Everything is served. Please take your time and enjoy."

The color and fragrance of the food were great, and the presentation was also very distinctive. It really was the kind of place Cole would patronize.

while we ate, "Did you call me out this time

found something, but it's

Complicated?

piqued, and I asked quickly, "Have you

question, Cole shook

seemed that he had

bright eyes dimmed. "Then what did you

had a marriage contract, she didn't like her marriage partner and fell in love with a poor boy I heard she

gradually

Sandra brought up, which is you, is very likely Miss Yard's own child. But this was a point of embarrassment

head, feeling puzzled.

did you ask me to look

Cole asked me back.

What was actually

biological parents. However, he had now found out that I was from the Yards. What

was all messed