The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 742

Herman strolled into the diner, grabbing a seat at an empty booth.

A cheerful waitress promptly approached him. "Hey there! Dining alone or expecting someone? And what’s your pick today? We’ve got spicy chili, mild chicken soup, or maybe a half-and-half pot?"

Herman hesitated, scratching his head. "Is the chili really spicy?"

She laughed, "We've got mild and medium options. And judging by your accent, I'd say you’re from Riverdale, right? Folks there usually like things sweet and mild. How about the half-and-half? Best of both worlds."

Riverdale, huh?

That threw Herman off. No one had ever pegged him for a Riverdale guy before. His ID clearly said he was from a small town near Willowbrook, and Sandy always called him a Willowbrook native.

Nicholas walked in just in time to hear this, feeling a bit anxious. He quickly chimed in, "Half-and-half sounds just right."

The waitress nodded, "Great choice. Just scan the code on the table to order."

"Got it," Nicholas replied with a grin. "Thanks, we’ll take it from here."

As she walked away, Herman turned to Nicholas. "Have I been to Riverdale?"

"You have," Nicholas bluffed, making it up as he went. "You took a trip once, invited me too, but I couldn’t make it. You’re always quick to learn, but if only you’d focus on studying, you’d be at Harvard or Yale by now."

Herman asked, "So how did Sandy and I end up together?"

He was genuinely curious. Just a caretaker’s son, how did he win over someone like Sandy?

"I honestly don’t know," Nicholas replied, a bit evasive. "Son, Sandy choosing you is a blessing for our family. Treat her well. I’m getting on in years, just want to see you settled. Marrying Sandy would make me a happy man."

Herman frowned, brow furrowing. "She’s a rich heiress. We’re from different worlds."

"Son, what are you saying?" Nicholas asked, alarmed. "You considering breaking up with Sandy? Where else will you find someone like her?"

Herman sighed, focusing on ordering from his phone.

Meanwhile, Sandy received Nicholas's update, her mind racing. She realized she needed to secure her future with Herman—through marriage, if necessary.

Monica packed up, and as they left, they ran into the cleaning lady in the hallway—the same lady who had seen Sandy and Herman together before.

“Ma’am, we’re checking out of this room. Could you please clean it?” Monica asked.

The cleaning lady glanced at the room number, remembering Herman leaving with Sandy. Seeing both Monica and Anastasia, she mused about his apparent charm.

With their bags in tow, Monica and Anastasia headed for the elevator.

The cleaning lady called over a colleague, and they began tidying up the room.

As they worked, they chatted about the guests. "Hasn’t this room been vacated yet?" the cleaning lady wondered. "Saw a gentleman here with a pretty woman a while back. Thought they’d left by now."

Her colleague replied, "Nope, the room’s been booked for over a month."

The cleaning lady nodded, "Last I saw, he was leaving with a stunning woman. Figured he’d checked out."

Anastasia, having returned for a forgotten item, froze at the cleaning lady’s words.