She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 597

Tristan watched his boss's inner conflict—wanting to get out of the car, but refusing to move. He frowned in frustration.

If his boss wanted to see the young madam, he just needed to muster the courage and go.

At this rate, how long would it take for her to realize he... actually cared about her?

Catching movement by the hotel entrance, Tristan softly alerted him. "Sir, she's coming out."

"She looks like she's waiting for someone?"

Quinn stepped out of the hotel, glancing left and right.

Miles reasoned with himself: since he had coincidentally 'bumped into her' here, he could just pretend he was meeting a client at the hotel.

That way, he wouldn't need a childish excuse.

Having found his justification, he was just about to open the door when he saw Ethan step out of his own car and stride quickly toward Quinn.

His tone was laced with concern. "Quinn, didn't I tell you to wait inside the lobby?"

He was terrified she would catch another cold so soon after recovering.

"It's fine. I don't like keeping people waiting."

The two got into Ethan's car and drove off.

Miles immediately snapped an order to Tristan. "Follow them."

"Yes, sir."

...

The Grimaldi's.

Dozens of limited-edition sports cars and luxury sedans lined the entrance. Securing a sweetheart table here required booking at least half a month in advance.

Ethan parked the car and walked inside shoulder-to-shoulder with Quinn.

Tristan gently reminded him, "Sir, this is Grimaldi's. You can't get in without an advance reservation."

"Grimaldi's?"

Miles vaguely recalled hearing that name recently but couldn't quite place it.

Tristan clarified, "Yes, it's an incredibly popular romantic restaurant. You have to book it a half month out."

Hearing it was for couples, Miles suddenly remembered his mother's phone call from earlier.

Juliana Hale had booked a sweetheart table here, and the reservation was supposed to be for tonight.

He abandoned Tristan and walked ahead. "Don't worry about it. I have a reservation."

Tristan blinked.

The waiter brought over two cappuccinos and retreated with a polite smile.

"Mr. York, it turns out we have similar tastes! I love my steak medium-well, too."

Miles was completely checked out. He stared unblinkingly at the table behind her, his usually cold, impassive face maintaining its stony exterior, but his dark eyes were turbulent.

Anyone watching would assume he was catching his wife in the middle of an affair.

"Mr. York, you seem a little thinner. Your jawline is even sharper than before.

"But no matter what, you're still as handsome as ever."

Miles ignored her completely, his eyes glued to that specific table.

Realizing he wasn't responding and that his gaze was fixed solidly in her direction, Juliana was initially flattered—until she realized he was looking right past her.

Curiosity piqued. What exactly was so fascinating back there?

She shifted in her seat, following his line of sight.

When she did, a familiar face came into view, and the smile on her lips froze slightly.

Wasn't that the same woman she had seen at that private dining restaurant a while back?

It wasn't that she specifically committed Quinn to memory, but the woman was stunningly beautiful, making her hard to forget.