Yoi’s pupil dilated in shock hearing his words…
For a moment there she forgot to even breathe.
“Alistair…”
“Why? Nervous now?” Mu grinned ruthlessly, his eyes burned with a mysterious thirst.
“You were kidding, right?” Yoi yanked his arms softly and she was fidgeting.
He was spot on, she was feeling very, very nervous now…
Previously, Annabelle’s appearance had already caused her inexplicable anxiousness. And now, Mu’s word struck a raw nerve and she was on tenterhooks.
Looking at how uncomfortable that made Yoi, Mu just laughed it off, “Of course, I am just kidding!”
But the woman did not get any sense of security from his words. She was positive that something was going on…
Before she opened her mouth, Mu shifted the gear and stepped on the gas.
“All of a sudden I feel like eating something else,” He said as he drove off aimlessly…
Yoi sat beside him in downcast. She looked at the man with hazy eyes and the fear of losing him sprouted within her.
Mu however, paid no heed and continued to drive.
When Annabelle them reached the sushi shop, she suddenly recalled something peculiar and raised a question, “By the way bro, how did you know that I am back?”
The two checked in their reservation and was led to their seat.
Ralphy smiled awkwardly, “Why the sudden curiosity? You didn’t plan to let your brother know?”
“That’s not that. I just wondered how would you know…” Her eyebrows suddenly raised, “Dorie told you!?”
The three of them grew up together since childhood and still maintained closely acquainted. As only Dorie alone knew about her return, it wasn’t hard to come up with that guess.
Ralphy did not say anything in return and his silence reaffirmed Annabelle’s assumption.
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