"What do you fancy eating?" Roo opened the car door and waited for her to get in.
Rosemary remained silent.
"French cuisine, perhaps? Or you want to eat so other type of food?"
"Whatever." Rosemary strutted into the car, no longer fussing over this matter.
Roo got in the car, saw her reaching to take off that necklace, and instinctively grabbed her hand.
Rosemary was a bit stunned, then explained, "I feel like I shouldn’t have this."
"No one’s more deserving of it than you." Roo looked into her eyes, speaking word by word, "I know you’re young and haven’t thought about marriage yet, but that’s okay, no rush."
Rosemary just felt this precious item around her neck was too conspicuous. Everyone who knew what this necklace represented understood what it ant!
This was sothing only the McMillian family’s daughter–in–law could wear!
Seeing that she still wanted to take it off, Roo pressed on, "Could you consider my grandpa’s delicate heart and keep it on for now? He’d be heartbroken if he saw you without it when he gets discharged in a few days."
Rosemary was convinced by this argunt. Her hand had just left the necklace when he took it.
Roo held her hand tenderly, it was so soft that he suddenly didn’t want to let go.
Rosemary couldn’t pull her hand back, so she simply said, "Let go."
Roo held her hand with no sign of letting go, instead he calmly looked ahead, "Let hold it for a mont."
What’s with this attitude?
"How well do you know Caden?" Roo suddenly asked.
Carl, the driver, hadn’t expected Mr. McMillian’s relationship with Miss Rosemary to progress this quickly.
He was so excited his hands were trembling on the wheel.
If only there were so bumpy spots on the road tonight, like last ti, so Miss Rosemary could end up in Mr. McMillian’s arms.
Rosemary casually said, "We’ve interacted a few tis."
That brat didn’t believe in her dical skills at first, but after she schooled him a few tis, he wisely gave in.
"Do you prefer those who studied dicine or those who didn’t?"
Rosemary thought: What?
Carl thought: Whoa....
Mr. McMillian, you said you weren’t jealous, so why would you ask that?
"What are you talking about?" Rosemary didn’t get his point, but seeing the concern in his eyes, she quickly understood, "Isn’t soone who studied. dicine better than soone who didn’t? We can
exchange ideas and learn from each other in our free ti."
Roo instinctively squeezed her hand, sounding a bit jealous, "You guys talk about dicine all the ti? Doesn’t it get tiring?"
"No way, we’re discussing topics we’re interested in. And through our exchange, we both make progress."
Seeing Rosemary raise an eyebrow, Roo couldn’t help but crack a small smile, he knew Rosemary was teasing him.
He knew she was doing it on purpose, but in his heart, it felt like knocking over a bottle of syrup, sweetness spreading everywhere.
"Mr. McMillian, we’re almost at La Belle Vie!" Carl announced while driving, then he couldn’t help but glance in the rear–view mirror, "Miss Rosemary, this is Mr. McMillian’s favorite restaurant. He’s never
brought any girl here before!"
Rosemary was intrigued hearing this, "So he’s taken girls to places he doesn’t like?"
"No, no, no, that’s not what I ant."
Before Carl’s car ca to a halt, the restaurant manager spotted them.
In the blink of an eye, the manager rushed out to greet them.
"Mr. McMillian, long ti no see... who might this be..."
The restaurant manager took a glance at the lady beside Roo, their hands clasped together. Surely,she must be Roo’s girlfriend.
He promptly bowed politely towards her, "Miss, right this way!"
"I’m not his girlfriend."
Seeing their hands intertwined, the manager quickly laughed it off, "No worries, you’ll be soon enough!
Mr. Roo has never brought a lady here before, you’re the first! Is there any food you can’t eat?"
"None, but please address as Rosemary."
"Even if you asked to, I wouldn’t dare to call you in such an intimate way... the manager said with a laugh, then spoke into his walkie talkie, "Hurry, clear the place! ASAP!"
Rosemary glanced at Roo, seemingly asking: Is a al this serious?
"This is our first date." Roo led her into the restaurant, hand in hand.
On the other side.
Yolanda, holding onto Zachary’s arm, excitedly said, "Zachary, this restaurant is so pricey, yet you brought here... You’re so nice!"
Zachary looked at her tenderly, "You’re my fiancee, of course I have to treat you well."
As they reached the restaurant entrance, the greeter apologized while bowing, "I’m sorry, but the restaurant has been booked for the day."
"Booked? I wasn’t inford..." Zachary frowned, looking sowhat displeased.
Yolanda gasped at the ntion of a private event.
She knew this place was costly, even a simple fruit would cost more than two hundred...
Even if you had the money, you couldn’t necessarily get a seat. People like Zachary had to book half a month in advance.
And that was only for a seat in the main hall!
The top–tier private rooms were completely out of reach!
Who could have booked the entire restaurant today?! Too lavish!!
"Alright then."
Just as Zachary was about to leave, Yolanda spotted a familiar figure heading towards the VIP elevator!
That’s the elevator to the top–tier private rooms!
Isn’t that Rosemary?!
She wouldn’t mistake that silhouette!
Yolanda pointed at the girl inside, "Why is she allowed in?"
"Who are you referring to?" The greeter turned around, saw no one, then gently explained, "The only people allowed here are tonight’s guests and the restaurant staff."
"Yoli, who did you see?" Zachary asked curiously.
"I think I saw my sister," Yolanda whispered into Zachary’s ear.
"Are you sure you didn’t get it wrong?"
The people who could enter here were all rich or nobility, with Rosemary’s spending power, she obviously didn’t fit in!
Moreover, the restaurant was booked, how could she get in?
"Maybe my sister is trying to find a job here to stay in Sumrfield?" Yolanda feigned a sigh, "Zachary,could you help my sister find a job? I’m worried that the rich people here might have ill intentions
towards her. She used to be very dignified, if she has to lower herself to stay in Sumrfield..."
"Her life is none of our business anymore." Zachary, holding Yolanda’s hand, said, "Let’s go eat at the restaurant across the street."
"Okay." In order to better observe Rosemary’s predicant, Yolanda deliberately chose a window–side table so that she could clearly see when Rosemary got off work from La Belle Vie.
"Sir, madam, please have a seat."
In this spacious and luxurious private room, one could see the outside scenery.
It’s an upscale restaurant at the top of a hill with a ceiling that opened up to give a real view of the night sky.
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