When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 242 He Really Is Here

The soup was scalding hot, and Charles let out a sharp yelp of pain.

“Are you blind? Do you want to humme alive?” he shouted.

“T’in sorry! Let me wipe it off for you.” The server pulled out adiny rag from his uniform and began to wipe Charles‘ pants,

“Get away from me! What are you wiping me with? Is this how your restaurant serves its customers?”

The other middle–aged man quickly came over to ask Chades if he was okay. Then, he pointed at the server and demanded, “Go get your manager”

The server kept his head lowered as he apologized.

Helena tilted her head and looked at the server, wi wasweating a mask. Something about him seemed familiar.

She whispered to Whitney, “Look at him. sean’t be Took like Matthew?”

Whitney couldn’t see the server’s face from bet angle, but after heating Helena’s question, she stated the server’s physique a

She also noticed the watch on his wrist–the one she had given him for his birthday last year

Whitney immediately confirmed it was her brother.

Hairstyle, which look

looked exactly

wait for Yvette outside? She had been wondering why it was so coincidental that a

they were going to have to call the restaurant manager, which would only escalate the

was right about it, so she spoke up. “Mr. Jackson, we’re at fault. The

is the kind of service this restaurant offers, they might as well just shut

voice sounded from behind him…

ow What seems to be

landing on Gavin, who was walking toward them. He was dressed in casual business attire

of this restaurant?

people behind Gavin, she was surprised. Lilian was clinging to Noel, and Thomas was with

with them earlier. When another server informed

man asked, and

pointed at Matthew. “This man

soup m

used a filthy rag to wipe it off. Is this the

when he arned. But when he heard

at

for any damages. Matthew stood straight, lifting his chin

yours has no intention of

“He’s not a server

“He’s not?”

then he thought of something”

employee here will make us drop it? I’ve seen plenty of

him and tumed to Matthew. “Mr. Spencer, dourt you think

his maskand was about to speakwhen Helena interjected, “He