“I won’t give it to you no matter what. I will bring the heirloom with me even if I die. I will cremate the heirloom with me and take it to Mother again. Stop your wishful thinking. You didn’t believe her and drove her out of the house when she was alive. Don’t blame her for being mean to you because you deserve her desertion. For too long, I have seen her weeping alone in the dark. But you? Hah…” Rachel gave him a cold sneer and flayed him with a menacing glance.
‘Bam!’
An abrupt and loud sound caught Rachel off guard and flustered her.
She furrowed, “Forget about it. Let’s not meet or have dinner with each other again. I do not have the appetite. I’m sure you don’t either.”
Rachel was getting flurried with pesky hunger and stomach discomfort, yet she refused to stay and eat with this sc*mbag. She might puke eating with this man!
Perhaps her stomach discomfort was rage induced. She was determined to stay away from men! Especially sc*mbags!
Vincent gave her a stern look and stood on his feet, “You stay. I’ll go.”
After finishing speaking, Vincent promptly strutted out of the restaurant.
Rachel didn’t say a word but looked at him furrowed, wondering if it was a gimmick. Eventually, Vincent really did leave her alone.
Rachel could only breathe a sigh of relief after he was gone. Then, the waiter served the food, and she chomped down both dishes in one go!
After that, upon requesting the check, she was told that Vincent had already paid for the meal.
His kind gesture surprised Rachel. After their heated argument, she didn’t think he would pay for her dinner.
Maybe he wanted to show that he was the bigger person? Tsk.
Whatever his intention was, Rachel couldn’t be bothered. After all, he was wealthy and privileged. She walked out of the restaurant, hailed a taxi, and left.
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