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Wrong Ride, Right Lover novel Chapter 187

“Come in, I really want to eat here.” Monique pulled his hand in a coquettish manner.

Monique led him to a decent-looking table and wiped down the surface and stools with a tissue. Only then, Henry finally sat down, albeit unwillingly.

Monique walked to the counter and ordered two servings of meatball bolognese; one big and one small.

After ordering, Monique glanced around the shop while she walked back to her seat. There was not much of a difference. The shop owner was still the same, just a little bit older.

Right after Monique sat down, Henry glared at her and said, “Are you so stingy that you have to treat me to this?”

Monique chuckled, revealing her dimples, “There used to be a market opposite this shop. When I was younger, my grandfather would always bring me here for a plate of meatball bolognese after we finished buying groceries from the market. The appetizing sauce and tender meatballs combined into a plate of deliciousness.”

Monique swallowed visibly at the thought of it.

Henry saw her reaction and smirked, “You’re a glutton, aren’t you? If you really like it, I’ll have Mrs. Lawson cook it for you more often.”

Monique rolled her eyes at him. This man was truly dense and dull. “How could it be the same?”

The dish was not the only thing that Monique missed. It was her kind grandfather who always sat across the table, watching her eat.

Monique used to gobble up the pasta in huge bites. Her grandfather always reminded her to slow down and be careful not to choke on her food.

After he passed away, she had wanted to come and eat that, but she was living with her uncle at that time. She rarely asked for money unless it was for school supplies, so she had to save up for a really long time before she could afford meatball bolognese.

This was the first time she came back to this place after five years, and this time she brought a man along with her.

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