Chapter 35
For a transient moment, I deluded myself into thinking that the two of us could stay like this forever, and that our family of three could live happily ever after.
The car stopped in front of a cozy-looking restaurant. I got down and went straight into the restaurant to find us a table.
It looked like not many people came here at night, so as soon as I sat down, the waiter handed me a menu. Since Ashton already had his dinner and I was having an upset stomach, I ordered some light bites and a bowl of pumpkin soup.
To my surprise, after Ashton parked his car, he came in with Rebecca and Joe flanking him.
A coincidence?Or did they plan this beforehand?
Seeing that I was already seated, Ashton and the two of them came over to join me. When Rebecca saw me, there was a subtle shift in her expression, but she didn’t make any remarks since this was a table meant for four.
Because I was already seated, Rebecca sat down next to me before Ashton could. She peered at me and asked in a voice as sweet as nectar, “You don’t mind me sitting beside you, right, Scarlett?”
Could I say that I minded it?
Of course not!
Hence, I remained silent.
“What did you order?” Ashton asked as he took the menu from the waiter,
“Some small bites and a bowl of soup,” I replied.
He nodded and chose a few items from the menu. Just then, Joe pursed his lips and complained, “Don’t order anything for me, Ashton. I don’t have an appetite.”
Ashton nodded and gave the menu back to the waiter.
Thereafter, the three of them started to chat. I couldn’t join in their conversation, so I simply stayed silent.
The waiter brought over a bowl of pumpkin soup after a while. The moment he placed in on the table, Ashton naturally pushed it toward Rebecca and said in a deep voice, “I ordered this for you. Drink some. It’ll warm you up.”
Rebecca bearned. “Pumpkin soup is my absolute favorite! You really do know me best, Ashton!”
The chemistry between them was like a knife stabbing straight into my heart.
He remembered many things about her down to the tiniest details. His bone-deep affection toward her was something I could never earn even if I were given a whole lifetime to pursue it.
“Scarlett, what soup did you order? Why don’t we share? The pumpkin soup here is really good. Ash used to bring me here, so I know.” Without waiting for me to reply, Rebecca pushed the bowl of soup in front of me.
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