Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 369

Roseanne quickly took her arm, "We don't get out much, so of course, I want to treat you to something special."

Madge managed a smile, no longer feeling down.

Norris, on the other hand, nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw the menu upon entering.

"Are you kidding me... The cheapest steak is over a hundred bucks?"

Roseanne quickly soothed him, "Don't worry, I've got a membership card for a discount."

"Oh, well, that's better then..." He settled back down, taking a sip of his lemon water before asking, "What kind of discount are we talking?"

Roseanne said, "5% off."

Norris nearly choked on his water.

"Dad! Mind your manners! Remember, we're all about class here!"

Leda was already in stitches by the side, laughing uncontrollably.

When the food finally arrived and they tasted it, Norris had to admit, the price was justified by the quality.

On the other side, Maisie and her son had settled for a quick bite at the museum's café, which was neither satisfying nor tasty.

After leaving, she gave Farley a look, and he seized the moment to declare, "I want to dine at a fancy Western restaurant! The priciest and most upscale one! Don't you dare try to skimp on me, or else, we're moving to another place."

Beverley sighed internally, really wishing she could disappear.

By some strange twist of fate, the restaurant Beverley chose was the very one Roseanne had brought her parents to. And their private dining rooms were right next to each other.

With the semi-open dining rooms, the clinking of cutlery was audible from both sides, not to mention the conversations.

A waiter approached with a tablet to take their order.

Maisie, unfamiliar with Western cuisine, instinctively turned to her son for guidance.

Farley, however, didn't even glance at the menu or his mom.

His eyes were fixed on the tall, curvy waitress, ogling her in a blatantly creepy manner.

The waitress, feeling uncomfortable, took a step back to maintain distance.

Maisie, oblivious to her son's antics and not wanting to bother Beverley, randomly pointed at items on the menu. The pictures looked good to her, but she had no idea about appetizers, entrées, or desserts.