As soon as they entered the restaurant, a waiter imdiately ca to greet them.
"President Lawson, Mrs. Lawson, Miss..." The waiter smiled and was about to say Miss Lawson.
"My na is Seraphina." Seraphina promptly introduced herself.
The waiter nodded with a smile, "Miss Seraphina."
"Please follow ," the waiter said, leading the three of them.
They crossed the first floor, passing through a floor full of sparkling chandeliers, and arrived at the second floor.
The waiter opened the door, "Please."
This was the private room with the best view in the sea view restaurant on the second floor.
Julian Lawson stepped in first, pulling out the chairs for Serena Sterling and Seraphina.
But Serena didn’t look at him, she only took Seraphina’s backpack off and prepared to place it aside.
"Let take it." Julian said, reaching out to take the backpack and put it on a nearby rack.
Serena pressed her lips together, ultimately saying nothing, just sitting down next to Seraphina.
She poured so lukewarm water for Seraphina.
Julian watched her focused and ticulous appearance, his mood inexplicably stirred.
The private room was quiet, with only the silent sound of piano music playing, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the tides outside surged like soone’s emotions.
Julian watched Serena feed water to Seraphina and wipe her small hands clean with a wet wipe; this was the scene he had dreamt of for countless years.
Seeing Seraphina’s hands clean, he handed over the nu.
"Let’s see what Seraphina likes to eat," he said.
Serena took it.
The mother and daughter discussed while he could only remain silent.
It was an awkward feeling.
Serena chose the food that Seraphina could eat, not paying much attention to Julian throughout.
She didn’t know the purpose of his invitation this ti; she only wanted to get through today peacefully.
After a while, dishes started coming in one after another.
Once the staff left, Serena thought for a mont and said, "What do you really want?"
Julian didn’t look at her face; instead, he looked at his own plate.
"I just wanted," he said, "Our family hasn’t had a al together, so I thought we should gather."
Serena slightly frowned; she wanted to argue that they weren’t a family anymore but decided to let it go, bearing with it for just a few more hours.
"I know you’re very angry with ." Julian looked at the ocean outside.
"A lot has happened this past year, so things weren’t my intention, but they did happen, and I couldn’t do anything about it." Julian’s voice was calm, with only his lowered eyes slightly revealing his emotions.
Serena looked at his side profile; this was the first ti in many days she genuinely scrutinized him.
His features were as if sculpted by a knife, with eyebrows like swords, starry eyes, and his tall nose beneath those emotionless lips.
He seed the sa as before, yet there was sothing more.
"Are you talking about Vera Hansen?" Serena asked straightforwardly.
Julian turned his face to look at Serena.
Serena’s eyes were calm.
No anger.
Even her tone, when ntioning this matter, was as if she was talking about soone else’s affair.
"I’ve thought it over these days." Serena pondered her words.
Her purpose of attending the al today was to convince Julian to go with her to finalize the divorce tomorrow, so everything should focus on that goal.
With this in mind, Serena said, "I think you’re right, she doesn’t have much ti left, it’s good that you accompany her."
Serena said while handing sothing to Seraphina.
She wanted to feed Seraphina first.
She had long decided that once she obtained the divorce certificate tomorrow, she would be liberated. So, whatever happened between him and other won was none of her concern.
What she desired was to reclaim the old mbers of the Sheridan Family from his hands, investigate the cause of her father’s death, restore the glory of the Sheridan Family, and live a happy life with Seraphina.
The room fell silent again.
Only the faint clinking sounds of dinnerware when Serena fed Seraphina echoed.
Julian remained silent.
He watched the smooth flow of the woman’s movents, contemplating the aning behind her tone.
Was it intentional sarcasm, or genuine compliance?
Her tone held no sarcasm.
But if it was compliance, it would suit his wishes.
Then why didn’t he feel happy?
As the dishes continued to co, Seraphina patted her tummy and said, "Aunt Winters, I’m full."
"There’s a little TV over there, shall I turn it on for you?" Serena lifted Seraphina, took her to the bathroom, and helped her use it.
It was a suite; apart from the dining area, there were other small rooms.
Serena turned on the TV in one of the small rooms and played "Tom and Jerry" for Seraphina.
Only then did she return to her seat.
Silently eating her own food.
The sky gradually darkened.
"Recently, I often think about things from the past." Finally, Julian broke the silence.
Serena lowered her eyes to look at her plate, remaining silent.
"I rember how we traveled to so many countries together, we worked hard together for our careers."
Julian picked up the wine on the table and poured her a glass.
"I need to take Seraphina ho later," Serena declined.
"I’ll have Jude Chaucer co and drive later," Julian said as he poured himself a glass, "It’s really low in alcohol, I know your health hasn’t been great since last ti you got injured."
Serena glanced at it; indeed, it wasn’t much different from a beverage.
Only then did Serena take it.
But she just took a sip and put it down.
While Julian held his wine glass without setting it down.
He gazed out at the calm sea, gently said, "I rember our wedding, the als you cooked for , our ho, you were always by my side."
"And..."
"I don’t want to think about the past." Serena said.
Not all things from the past were beautiful.
Everything about him had already begun to rot and decay at the mont he turned towards Vera Hansen.
Serena lowered her head, looking at the patterns on the table, she said, "I don’t understand what you’re trying to express."
Julian lowered his gaze to her.
He wanted to tell her, next, he’d be handling sothing alone without her by his side.
But he didn’t know how to say it.
She was still angry, not even wanting to show a nice face.
Forget it.
Julian withdrew his gaze, saying, "I visited William Wyatt today."
Serena’s hand paused slightly.
She raised her head to look at Julian.
"Five years, he seems to be doing fine inside," Julian continued, "And he asked about you."
"How did you reply?" Serena suppressed and asked.
"I said, you’re doing well, and that we’re getting a divorce." Julian replied.
"And then?" Serena asked.
"Then he just laughed." Julian said.
Serena chuckled mockingly.
She set down her utensils, took the cup from the side, looked at the sea outside the window, and took a sip.
She said, "So why did you visit him."
Julian avoided the topic, instead, he looked around the suite.
He said, "Rember? Five years ago, on the day he lost his case and went to prison, we ca to this very restaurant."
As the wind blew, the sea surface had slight ripples. Serena just looked at the sea.
How could she forget.
Five years.
That was the day she truly escaped from that demon.
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