Joyce walked straight to the end of the aisle and gently pushed open the door of the box.

The dim light, the quiet environment, it was as if she was now traveling back in time when she went through the door.

Garrett was already sitting inside waiting.

She subconsciously glanced at her watch, 6:50. Luckily, she wasn't late. It was Garrett who had arrived early.

The dining table was placed under a set of small chandeliers, and the yellowish glow on the porcelain white tableware made the atmosphere particularly soft.

Garrett looked up slowly, saw Joyce approaching, and offered to speak, “There you are."

Henderson." Joyce bowed politely, then

obviously aged a lot. It was just

now his forehead was full of wrinkles, his cheeks were saggy, and his eyes were dim. The past arrogance was nowhere to be found in

couldn't help but be amazed at what had happened to Garrett. It made

hint of huskiness, “I was the one who

never wanted to come before and

happy that you're willing to come. I know that more than two years ago, I caused you harm. I would like to solemnly apologize

Mr. Henderson, you seem to be in poor health, are you alright?" Joyce didn't expect that Garrett would start the conversation with such a topic, and she couldn't help but feel a little

thing Garrett said to her was to ask her to

and took out a napkin to gently wipe the corner of his lips, “I

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