She was Shawn's girlfriend from college, the woman he truly loved.
Shawn had always been sensitive. In addition, Joye was sitting in a conspicuous position, so he saw her as soon as they entered the restaurant. His unruly eyes swept across Yvon's face, and a frown appeared on his face.
He looked away and lowered his head while pinching the hand holding his arm. "You don’t have to think about it anymore. As long as you want to, I'll come with you every day."
His gentle voice was accompanied by a doting gaze as he pretended not to see Joye.
"Yvon, how nice to see you here. What a coincidence."
"Vivian, what a coincidence. We haven't seen each other for years."
Only then did Yvon recognize who the woman in front of him was. Surprise flashed across his eyes. Didn't she go abroad a few years ago? Why was she beside Shawn now?
He didn't have time to figure out the answer to his confusion. He subconsciously looked at Joye, who was sitting opposite him, but he couldn't do anything about the awkward atmosphere.
Joye's face darkened when she saw her ex-husband's ex-girlfriend. The one he had always been in love with. She put down the menu in her hand and was about to get up to dine in another restaurant. Suddenly, the person who should’ve kept silent spoke.
"Yvon, is this your girlfriend? She's so beautiful. You two make a perfect match."
Then, she reached out her hand to Joye with a smile. Her clean fingernails were painted a baby pink color, while the perfect smile on her face expressed one thing.
Her smile said, I don't know who you are. So, let's get to know each other now.
Shawn furrowed his brows as the atmosphere became weird.
"You’ve misunderstood. She's not my girlfriend. She's..."
Yvon wanted to reveal Joye's identity, but she stopped him with a smile. "Miss. Hilary, you’ve misunderstood us. I am just a friend of Yvon’s."
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