You Are The Pursuit of My Life

Chapter 117

Finally, their intimate conversation came to an end. Their car stopped outside the entrance of the Mexican restaurant.

"It's quite a small restaurant, but the food here is really authentic." Edric pushed the door open and got out of the car, as he said to her, "I have eaten here twice. It's really delicious."

Irene followed Edric without saying a word. Edric was obviously a frequent guest here. When the owner of the restaurant saw Edric, he immediately came over and greeted Edric with open arms.

Soon, they were taken to the VIP room. The waiter brought over two starters. It was nachos and salsa. Edric picked up a piece and dipped it in the salsa as he looked at Irene. "Try this. This place has the best salsa I've ever had." Irene looked at him holding the nacho up to her mouth and sneered in her heart. Best nachos? For someone as rich as Edric, eating nachos and salsa occasionally was considered a delicacy. But to her, they were just an ordinary dish. After she divorced Edric, she craved nachos a lot during her pregnancy. It was easy to make it delicious. Plus, it was cheap too. She ate it pretty much every day; hence now when she caught a glimpse of it, she found it irresistibly intolerable. Seeing that she was just staring at him motionlessly, Edric's brows become knitted at once. "Open your mouth!"

Edric had already held it right in front of her mouth. Irene looked down and frowned as she opened her mouth to take a bite. It was not as delicious as he had described. It was no different than any other nachos with salsa she had tasted before. She grimaced slightly. She barely managed to swallow it down, and she was not going to eat another bite.

In Edric's eyes, she was merely acting out, and that made him unhappy. However, he remembered that it was a special day this day, thus he chose to suppress his displeasure.

The dishes Edric ordered were served up one after the other. Among them were tacos, enchiladas, guacamole, and so on. They were all dishes that Irene liked. Seeing her favorite dishes, Irene picked up her cutlery and started digging in.

Watching her enjoying the meal, Edric felt oddly gleeful. He sat opposite her, looking at her shoving food into her mouth. Without his consciousness, his lips had already quirked up into a smile.

He suddenly felt like he was dreaming. The day before, Edric called her and asked her when she was moving in. He was hopeful. He hoped that Irene would remember what day it was that day.

Sure enough, she did not let him down. She promised to move in that day, but had she forgotten what special day it was?

Eight years ago, on that day, they had their first date. Now, eight years later, they were having yet another first date. No matter what, it was a positive sign to Edric.

He hoped to start over with Irene again and relive their old life. He wanted to make up for what he owed her.

Irene was really hungry. She gobbled down the food with no care for her image. Halfway through her meal, she looked up and noticed Edric was staring at her.

Irene assumed that he was shocked by the way she was eating. After all, Lily was gentle, noble, and elegant; Edric was used to such beauty and grace. It was no wonder that he would be appalled by her table manners.

Irene admitted she wasn't the most elegant person when it came to eating, but that didn't warrant Edric's surprise, did it? She felt like he was being a little dramatic as she had never seen him like this before!

eat?" Irene couldn't help

to his senses and

like he had said this to her before, but she couldn't recall when. Slightly surprised, she responded, "You're

you going to keep calling

Should I address you by your first name? Should I remind you that you're now my

and wolfed it down violently. Then something unexpected happened. A fishbone got

refused to go down. In the end, Irene suggested he

felt so embarrassed. He just wanted to have a nice dinner, but this stupid fishbone had messed everything up. Later on, the doctor helped

straight face and was silent the whole journey. Neither did

Edric sat next to her with a dark face, and his heart was

to the hospital. Therefore, he hadn't eaten anything at all; needless to say,

very well how good her cooking was. Previously when Edric had to work late nights, she would always prepare delicious foods for

was just hoping Edric would be uninterested in the soap opera she was

be up with Edric. He sat still beside her and gawked at her intensely. Irene felt her goosebumps raise

as she couldn't take it anymore, she suddenly heard a strange gurgling sound. Irene looked at

do for

know that I haven't eaten

get the phone. Edric gritted his teeth and continued, "It's late at night, and there won't

My cooking isn't that nice, and you'd better just order takeout." Irene used to put so much effort into cooking for Edric because she loved him, and he was her husband. But,

was infuriated. He snatched the phone over from Irene's hand and threw it aside. "I want

a while, she got up and went into the kitchen. "He just wants a bowl of pasta, right? Fine, Edric. If you want me to cook so badly, then so be it. Whether or not it'll

Edric. He looked at the bowl of pasta while his face turned green. Irene knew he hated cheese, but she had included it

you!" Edric gaped at Irene furiously for

havoc, Edric probably wouldn't come back anymore so she could sleep

she cleaned

the shower, she saw Edric sitting on the sofa in the room. She was positively dumbstruck. "Why

home. Am I not allowed to