The two got out of the car, and Jose Floyd glanced at Camden, "Drive the car back, no need to follow us."
"Yes, young master." Camden’s voice was deep.
"Jose, do you want steak or Italian pasta?" Nicole beside Jose Floyd smiled gently, her voice as soft as water.
Camden strangely glanced at the two, who suddenly reconciled and walked towards the restaurant.
What kind of trick is this woman up to again? Could it be that she still wants to use this thod to confuse the young master and seize the chance to assassinate him?
If anything happens to the young master, he’ll be the first to not let this woman get away!
Jose Floyd looked at the gently smiling woman beside him, the light in his eyes also softened, and he replied lightly, "Either is fine, whichever you like."
"Last ti I ca here, I had the Italian pasta, so I’ll try the steak this ti. The pasta here is really good, I recomnd you try it."
"I’ll have steak too, like you."
Their figures disappeared at the restaurant’s entrance as they walked inside.
Camden withdrew his gaze, recalling the softened tone of his young master just now, and sighed deeply.
Why does the young master always get entangled with this woman? Even after several mishaps, he still approaches and provokes her?
What is so good about her? What makes her worthy of such long-lasting feelings from the young master?
Inside Milo’s Western Cuisine.
Nicole ordered two steaks and handed the nu to the waiter.
The steaks ca quickly; Jose Floyd’s hand was injured, making it inconvenient to cut the steak. Nicole smiled faintly, "Let do it."
"Okay."
With her personalized service, Jose Floyd didn’t refuse and was quite willing.
As Nicole cut the steak, Jose Floyd quietly watched, the soft light in his eyes filling his entire gaze.
Perhaps his gaze was too intense, as Nicole looked up and t his burning stare, slightly stunned, then burst into a smile, using a fork to pick up a small piece of steak and extending it towards Jose Floyd sitting opposite, "Have a taste."
Jose Floyd slightly parted his thin lips and ate the piece of steak Nicole personally fed him, his expression gentle, his eyes brimming with soft light.
"How is it? Is it good?"
"Not bad."
"To earn a complint from you for my culinary skills, it seems like it can rival a Michelin restaurant," Nicole laughed.
Jose Floyd’s lips also slightly curved into a smile.
The two had a delightful al at the Western restaurant, a rare happiness, just like the ti when they first got together.
They silently and gently watched each other, with even the air carrying a hint of sweet happiness.
When it ca ti to pay the bill, Nicole realized she only brought her phone out in a hurry and had forgotten her wallet, she looked across sowhat awkwardly and spoke softly, "I forgot to bring my wallet, could you..."
Before Nicole could finish speaking, a wallet was handed to her, the fingers long, fair, and attractive.
"I’ll return it to you tomorrow."
Nicole took the wallet and quickly left the seat to settle the bill.
The cash in Jose Floyd’s wallet wasn’t much, so she used a card in the end. When it ca ti to enter the password, Nicole initially planned to go back and ask Jose Floyd for it, but suddenly rembered that the bank password he had set when they were together was always her birthday, and instinctively entered her own birthday.
While she was sowhat dazed, the cashier handed the receipt and bank card back to her, smiling, "Miss, it’s done."
"Oh—okay."
Nicole took the bank card and bill, and put them back into the wallet, her mind sowhat chaotic.
So nothing had changed; his password was still set to her birthday—
Opening the wallet, she found a photo in the card compartnt. She pulled it out to see it was a picture of herself from five years ago, not long after she had first co to Jose Floyd’s side.
In the photo, she looked youthful, with a faint smile, bright eyes and white teeth, fair skin, pure gaze, smiling beautifully...
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