Serena Sinclair returned to the company at ten o’clock.
She barely sat down and hadn’t turned on her computer.
Snow approached and relayed a ssage, "The president’s office just called, they want you to go up there."
Serena took a sip of water and hurried upstairs.
Knock knock!
"Co in!"
She pushed the door open and looked towards Wyatt Hawthorne behind the desk, "President Hawthorne, did you have sothing to discuss with ?"
Wyatt raised his gaze and paused.
She had called him.
Now, she’s asking if he had sothing to discuss with her?
"Oh, regarding the design plan for plot number 3..."
Indicating her to sit, Wyatt said, "Before you ca, the project departnt was already preparing several plans for this plot. I think your idea for a tech museum is very good. We need to speed things up, create the design drawings, and include your design when we have the project departnt eting, so we can discuss it together."
"Great!"
She never dread of encountering such an opportunity as soon as she joined the company.
Serena’s excitent was visibly evident, "Thank you, President Hawthorne!"
Wyatt’s gaze slightly paused.
He felt that Serena was sowhat different today.
She seed unusually happy.
Is it because she finally got divorced?
But she had been calm these past few days; it couldn’t take this long for the realization to hit.
Or is it because of this design?
Wyatt’s intuition told him—no!
In the evening, Wyatt found out.
As the sun set, the glow of the setting sun cast a golden light on the young man wearing a white shirt and eyeglasses with gold fras.
A smiling Serena seed impatient as she ran up, "Evan!"
They seed to be old acquaintances.
An old fla?
Impossible!
When he t her, she was already out and about with Adrian Lockwood.
Later she got married, and she distanced herself from him and every other man, maintaining appropriate boundaries.
Where could an old fla exist?
So, was this man soone before Adrian?
A first love?
Having just ditched a husband, now a first love appeared?
Wyatt felt a sudden toothache.
His phone rang, and Wyatt watched Serena follow Evan to the parking lot and get into his car, then indifferently answered the call, "Hello?"
"Bro..."
The stocks of The Lockwood Group sold in the morning had earned Julian Rivera a substantial sum, enough to spend without restraint for a while.
Julian excitedly said on the phone, "Lakeview Terrace, let treat you to dinner!"
"Not going!"
"Co on... You’ll definitely regret it if you don’t co, trust !"
"I don’t believe it."
"...My sister-in-law booked a table, for two. Since she hadn’t invited you, it’s definitely an unknown man. I’ve given you the scoop; don’t..."
"I’ll be there!"
The word regret hadn’t left his lips.
Just as he heard the sharp words tossed over by Wyatt.
Julian hung up the phone in satisfaction and instructed the hall to keep the adjacent private booth next to Serena’s empty.
The brothers arrived consecutively.
When Wyatt entered, he looked displeased, "How did you know she booked here?"
Lakeview Terrace was a private restaurant under Julian’s na.
High-end pricing.
Excellent environnt.
Since its opening, it had been packed, hard to book without being a regular.
Julian grinned like a fox, "Didn’t your sister-in-law say she wanted to treat to dinner? I suggested several of our usual restaurants to her. The manager called at noon to ask if a Ms. Sinclair had booked a table, should they arrange it, and I guessed it was her."
Just as he finished speaking, polite guidance was heard from outside the door, "This way for you, please..."
Outside the bamboo curtain, Serena led the way, followed by a man.
With just one glance, he recognized Serena’s shoes.
Wyatt’s eyes gradually deepened.
"Evan, this is my first ti at this restaurant too; I’m not sure if it suits your taste."
Through a screen, Serena’s voice was noticeably gentle.
The man who followed her had a steady voice, "In such a pri location with a good environnt, the taste can’t be bad!"
"Serena, after all these years, you haven’t changed much compared to when we were in school."
"Really? I think I’ve aged a lot."
"Aged? Haha..."
The man chuckled warmly, "If you’re old, then I must be an old man too, right?"
Serena.
Old man!
They’re indeed old acquaintances!
Wyatt’s face grew increasingly displeased.
He shot Julian a glare and got up to leave.
"Bro..."
Julian chased after him.
In the neighboring private rooms, Evan poured a cup of tea for Serena, "Serena, do you rember what I promised you back then?"
"What?"
Serena was startled.
Evan spoke with a serious tone, "I said, once you received Aethelgard University’s admission letter, I would return and personally congratulate you. Do you know why I didn’t co to find you?"
Serena remained silent.
Evan chuckled bitterly, "Actually, I did co back. But at that ti, you were already with..."
"Evan!"
Interrupting Evan’s words, Serena clenched her cup, "Let’s not talk about the past, okay?"
"Alright, no more ntioning it!"
Evan wore an apologetic expression.
Serena smiled softly and said, "Evan, of all the students my mom taught, you were the most successful. When I was a child, I often fantasized that it would be great if you were my brother. Later, I understood you were exactly as my mom praised—another family’s child, a true prodigy."
In the vast city of Aethelgard, other than her mom and Una Hutton, Serena had no other relatives.
Evan was her childhood Evan.
Now, he’s also her savior.
But that’s all there was.
"Evan, the al today serves as my welco for you and a thank you for saving my life."
Serena raised her water glass, her smile radiant, "Substituting tea for wine, welco back! When it’s convenient, I’ll treat you and your wife to dinner."
Evan felt a bitterness in his heart.
Indeed, he did co back back then.
But at that ti, Serena was already with Adrian Lockwood.
One handso.
One radiant and charming.
A match made in heaven.
He could only nd his broken emotions and return to Veridia, hoping that soday he would have his chance.
He never expected Serena and Adrian would grow from school uniforms to wedding dresses, achieving a true union.
Through the years, he had many opportunities to return to Aethelgard, but the thought of Serena always held him back.
His entire heart was devoted to his patients.
He never imagined hearing from her again via a hospital’s ergency dispatch order.
Flying from Veridia to Aethelgard, the two-and-a-half-hour journey, he prayed countless tis, hoping it was rely a coincidence of nas.
Unexpectedly, it truly was her.
So now, a simple gesture of calling her his sister-in-law, Serena had plainly refused him.
After the al concluded, it was nearly eight o’clock.
Serena called for the waiter to settle the bill, but Evan intervened with a smile, "You’ve already called your brother, how can I let you pay?"
"That’s not possible, one thing doesn’t negate another!"
Serena rejected.
The waiter entered, bowed respectfully, "Ms. Sinclair, your table’s already been paid for!"
Already paid?
Serena appeared puzzled, "Who paid?"
"Young Master Rivera."
"Julian Rivera?"
"Yes."
Serena:...
She had planned to treat Julian to lunch on Saturday, and it wasn’t Saturday yet, but he had already covered a al.
Walking out, Serena called Julian.
"Sis..."
A simultaneous call of Sis resonated both in her ear and from afar.
Serena lifted her gaze, only to see Julian standing by the corridor pillar.
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