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."

then took a seat

again today, she did feel somewhat surprised. Garrett had obviously aged a lot. It was just over two years, and it was as if it had been decades in

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

at what had happened to Garrett. It made him look so

slowly, his voice with a hint of huskiness, “I was the one who proposed to

was the one who never wanted

two years ago, I caused you harm. I would like to solemnly apologize to you." Garrett waved his hand, followed by a few coughs in quick

okay, I've forgotten about it. 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,

thing Garrett said to her was to

a napkin to gently wipe the

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