The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory Chapter 237 - 238 Too Deeply Ensnared (7)

She didn’t know, but he knew.

Mia Ginger thought for a mont and guessed it was because of Zuri Ginger.

Smiling, she didn’t speak.

Bob Ginger also seed to think of Zuri Ginger and fell silent.

Soon, the two arrived at the featured grilled fish restaurant he ntioned.

Bob Ginger, familiar with the place, found a window seat to sit down, handed the nu by the waiter, glanced down at it, and said with a smirk, "I’ve already bought you a necklace, you treat this ti."

"I never said I wanted you to pay." Mia Ginger rolled her eyes at him.

Unexpectedly, she received a most uncomfortable look from nearby.

Looking up, Mia Ginger spotted Zuri Ginger across and diagonal from her.

Must have just arrived too.

She hooked her purse with one hand, using it to press against her skirt, about to slide into her seat sideways.

Beside Zuri Ginger stood a tall, slender young man, pale and handso, thoughtfully pulling out her chair for her.

Ha.

What a coincidence.

Mia Ginger looked into her unexpected yet slightly annoyed eyes, chuckled to herself, nudged Bob Ginger with her arm, and whispered, "Hey, your sister is here."

"Huh?" Bob Ginger hadn’t reacted yet.

Glancing at Mia, he followed her gaze toward Zuri Ginger.

His expression froze, getting a bit awkward.

He couldn’t ignore her, of course, so he stood up with a smile, greeting, "Sister."

Zuri Ginger couldn’t pretend not to see them either, so she stood up and smiled at Rowanda Peterson next to her, saying, "Let introduce you, that’s my brother, and... sister."

Rowanda Peterson wasn’t fond of her sister, so he inevitably gave Mia did a double-take.

The girl was pale and thin, playing with the pencil for ordering food with one hand, her lips curled with a smirk, unabashedly sizing him up.

How utterly...

Rowanda Peterson looked away disdainfully.

Noticing Bob Ginger standing there, he smiled and said, "Hello."

"..." Bob Ginger wasn’t sure what to call him; after a pause, he squeezed out, "Hello, brother."

Rowanda Peterson visibly enjoyed this.

Zuri Ginger glanced at him and stood up at the right mont, adopting a gentle expression as she said, "Since we’ve t, let’s eat together."

She wanted to showcase her gentle magnanimity, naturally awaiting Mia Ginger’s reaction.

Their mutual dislike was palpable, that kind of personality Mia Ginger had—she might deliver so biting sarcasm, wouldn’t she?

Who knew—

Mia Ginger stood up smoothly and said with a smile, "Thanks for the treat, sis."

Zuri Ginger was taken aback, fixating her gaze steadily on her.

Bob Ginger was also surprised; how could he have imagined Mia Ginger would be this tight-fisted?

Then again, realizing she might have grown up in hardship, used to thrift, not frequently dining in such places.

He couldn’t help feeling a bit sorry for her.

Rowanda Peterson was also taken aback, his brow furrowing slightly, but he said nothing, rely smiling at Bob Ginger.

The four sat together at the table to eat.

The waiter took the nu away, and the atmosphere beca slightly awkward.

Zuri Ginger lifted her teacup for a sip, then raised her eyes to Bob Ginger, saying, "Forgot to order drinks, how about a jug of freshly squeezed waterlon juice?"

"Oh." Bob Ginger responded, quickly turning his head to Mia Ginger, saying, "Do you want waterlon juice? They also have mango juice, orange juice, all pretty good."

"I’m fine with whatever."

"Waiter." Bob Ginger called out, getting up proactively to order juice.

Zuri Ginger’s hand hanging by her side tightened for a mont, her face maintaining a gentle-friendly smile, continuing, "Did you see the gift sister left for you? The sumr vacation is all planned out; do you like it?"

"Yeah, yeah, thanks sis." ntioning a gift he liked, Bob Ginger suddenly looked much more relaxed.