Last time, after Harriet left from the office, Irene was outrageous again. She blocked the door from letting him go out to work which pissed him off directly.
Wesley did not say anything.
Irene tried to please him this time, "Wesley, I went to check the bar, which is better than I thought. I know you always do the best for me. You often fail to have dinner on time because you are too focused on your work, so I am going to remind you of having dinner time in the future. Could you just forgive me?"
Irene was spoiled since she was a child. It was rare that she asked him for his forgiveness even though she did not show much guilt from her behaviors.
She had already acted so coquettishly. He would be stingy if he did not accept her apology.
Wesley had no choice. "Do you really need me to have dinner with you? I still do not finish my work."
"It won't delay your business just for a dinner. I promise I will send you back in person in an hour after we finish dinner."
Wesley could only agree with her idea.
Sitting in the car, Irene was playing her mobile phone. For her, the last incident had been turned over easily by saying some words and compensated him with just a meal.
Wesley somehow thought of Harriet again, looking out the window.
Whether deliberately pleasing him or not, Harriet would always be around him and did what he said. She was not a good cooker two years ago but she learned how to cook better for him. Even though he enjoyed a lot of exquisite food outside, what he missed most was the bowl of beef noodles she made.
The car stopped in front of the restaurant. Jack hurried back after the inquiry and talked across the window. "Boss, Miss Whitty, the restaurant was booked by someone and did not accept other customers. We'd better find another restaurant."
Irene wanted to have dinner at this restaurant on a whim, so she did not made an appointment in advance.
"Then go for another one." Wesley said slightly.
"No, I just want to eat here," Irene frowned and ordered, "You go and tell them that I can pay for double price to get the chance to eat here."
Jack glanced at Wesley, looking embarrassed.
"Go and tell them." Irene urged with dissatisfaction.
Seeing Wesley nodding with acquiesces, Jack hurriedly returned to the restaurant.
Irene was uneasy, pulling the arm of Wesley, "Wesley, Jack is too procrastinating. Let's get off the car. This restaurant is built up by my dad's friend. You also know the boss. They will definitely respect you and let us eat here."
Wesley was a little tired of Irene's waywardness, but he got used to spoil her.
"Let's go."
In the restaurant, Harriet was eating dessert alone as Keith went to the bathroom.
The waiter walked over with embarrassment, "Madam, have you enjoyed the dinner?"
"We almost finish the dinner, what's wrong?"
"There is a gentleman who wants to bring his fiancée to dinner here. We find it hard to refuse them as he is our boss's friend, but we cannot allow them to have dinner here either as you have chartered the restaurant, so..."
"If that so," Harriet had always been easy-going about life's trivialities, and smiled slightly, "It's okay, we are almost done. We will leave after my friend is back from the bathroom. You can accept them after we go."
"Thank you for your understanding, then the cost of your charter and meals tonight will be charged to the account of the gentleman."
It was lucky for Harriet to have a dinner for free, not to mention they were almost finished the meal. It was just that she was a little curious about the generous gentleman.
She looked towards the entrance of the restaurant, and her eyes gradually froze.
The man was in a straight suit which was cut fitted, and a slim woman next to him held his arm intimately. They two were looking towards her.
She recognized them when they looked towards her.
They were Wesley and Irene. What a coincidence.
Harriet thought of the last time she was humiliated, and it was still a pain in her heart for the operation. She lost her children, health, and the chance of being a mother forever because of them.
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