Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3312

Norah mentioned she hadn't worked out lately and wanted to walk, so Gonzalez left the car keys behind.

She was craving Y City cuisine. There was a nice spot just a street over, so they made the trip on foot.

Dusk had already fallen, marking the start of the evening rush hour. The streets were a blur of neon lights and steady traffic.

As they neared the restaurant, Norah spotted a dessert shop across the street running a promotion. A massive, glowing cake sign stood by the door, looking absolutely irresistible.

Norah stopped in her tracks, gazing across the street. "Was that taro roll you ordered before from here? It was really good."

He caught on immediately. "I'll go get some."

Norah beamed, her eyes sparkling. "Thanks, Uncle Gonzalez!"

Gonzalez sighed inwardly.

He crossed the street and headed toward the dessert shop. Norah stayed rooted to the spot, watching his retreating figure.

About five or six minutes later, he reappeared, crossing the crosswalk along with a crowd of pedestrians.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and strikingly handsome, he carried a rugged, untamed edge. Even amidst the bustling crowd, he was an undeniable standout, effortlessly drawing eyes toward him.

On that busy, noisy street, he emerged from the sea of people, dessert in hand, walking straight toward her.

The scene felt overwhelmingly familiar.

For a split second, Norah felt a wave of dizziness.

Reaching her, Gonzalez didn't hand the taro roll over right away. "Wait until we're at the restaurant to eat this."

In high spirits, Norah nodded obediently. "Okay!"

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Once seated at the restaurant, they ordered their food.

Norah looked around and noted, "Looks like this place is new."

Gonzalez replied, "If you like it, we can come here often."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and practically fled.

She didn't head for the restroom. Instead, she took the back stairs up to the second floor.

The second floor wasn't sectioned off into private rooms; it mirrored the open layout below. Norah pretended to be on her phone while scanning the area for a table. "Mr. Chambers, where are you? I don't see you!"

Looking around, she suddenly bumped shoulders with someone walking past. She quickly turned to apologize. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright." The man, in his forties and dressed in a sharp business suit with a briefcase in hand, brushed past her and kept walking.

Norah kept her pace casual. "Mr. Chambers, you'd better treat me right today. Order the most expensive things on the menu."

"Of course I secured it. I've already finalized everything with Trevor Cromwell. I'm heading over tomorrow to sign the contract."

"The initial development and design costs might fluctuate, and we bumped his profit cut up by ten percent. I'll give you the details in person."

"Oh, you're in a private room on the fourth floor? My bad, I got lost. Give me a second, I'll be right up!"

With that, Norah turned and headed for the elevator.