“Let her be. They are not even heavy. Geez.” As soon as I got up, Wendy picked up the shopping bags on the floor and shoved them in my hands. She eyed me with such disdain as if I were trash.
An employee received better treatment.
After shopping, Wendy was hungry. Then, at that very moment, Lyle called to inform her he was joining us for lunch. My heart skipped a beat because I was not ready to meet him after our big fight.
Like a bad penny, he showed up. As soon as he walked into the restaurant, he went straight to Crystal and sat beside her. I figured he probably didn’t see me behind all those shopping bags. He looked genial as he chatted with them. It was his smile that I missed because it once lit up my world.
“Yvonne, call the waiter,” Wendy instructed as she walked to our table.
“Eve?” He turned to me in surprise. It was clear that he didn’t notice me at all. “Why are you here? And where were you yesterday?”
I don’t want to be here either, you know. I gritted my teeth. Before I could mumble an answer, Wendy remarked sarcastically, “Well, someone is slacking off in broad daylight. Hmph! If I hadn’t caught her, she wouldn’t return home to do the chores.”
Lyle frowned at me. He seemed to hold himself back. I guessed he was boiling mad when he saw the stuff mess in the apartment.
I threw and broke every single thing since no one appreciated the effort I put into that house.
“Lyle, I’m hungry. Let’s eat,” Crystal interrupted when she saw Lyle and I exchanged a long gaze.
In fact, I had always thought that she had lost interest in him since she chose her career over him years ago. Yet she was eyeing me like a rival.
“May I take your order?” The waiter handed the menu to us and waited to take the order.
Lyle ordered five different dishes.
Suddenly, it brought back memories of. When Lyle and I were here previously, I had mispronounced a dish and made a fool of myself. His voice jarred me back to the present. “It’s been a long time since we eat here. I hope your favorite dishes are still the same,” he said to Crystal.
“No, they are still my favorite. Here, let me order some for you too.” At that, she added more to the list without looking at the menu. I was completely dumbfounded because the dishes she ordered were strange to me. “Am I right? I remember these are your favorite.”
Naturally, he was impressed. “You’re right. I didn’t expect you to still remember them!” He looked at her affectionately.
“Shall we get a dessert? We always eat this after the meal, remember?” She pointed it at the waiter with a smile.
I soon realized that it was their usual place of meeting. Indeed, such a fancy restaurant was fit for an elegant lady like her.
“Sir, you two make such a lovely couple. Since you are our regular customers, we will serve a soup special for you as the best wish. It’s on the house,” the waiter effused.
