Love Is Fair By Kerri Chapter 79


    Chapter 079 The First Official Date The car moved at a snail’s pace since he hadn’t driven for years.


    Hailey didn’tin or rush him. She knew how difficult it was for someone to hold the steering


    wheel again after having a serious car ident. She had a simr experience. The car idents of her


    parents and her beloved man had traumatized her. For a long time, she hadn’t appeared on the


    underground racing track.


    She had witnessed the paralyzed man recuperating step by step. From lying, sitting, kneeling to


    standing… It was a passage of sweat and tears. The tears were from his loved ones. Even in the most


    painful stage after the surgery, Owen hadn’t cried. A true man like him only shed tears in his heart.


    “Pardon my slow speed. I’ve been out of practice and need time to adapt.” Owen broke the silence.


    Hailey stiffened at his tone that was imbued with feigned ease. “There is no


    rush.”


    The silence came back. A bitter smile tugged at Owen’s mouth. “A few minutes ago, I thought I would


    not drive again for the rest of my life. In a desperate


    situation, I realize that human potential is limitless.” “I didn’t put you in a desperate situation,” Hailey


    said awkwardly. Owen took a sidelong look at her. “I did it to myself. For our first official date, 1


    should be the one to drive.” Hailey froze and then turned to him. “A date?” He called this a date? “Yeah,


    Owen curled his lips, “it’s kind of embarrassing that I let you treat me on our first date.” Hailey silently


    looked at his side face and groaned in her heart, ‘Come on, you didn’t look embarrassed at all when


    you tricked me into this the other day.’ The car finally arrived at Savory Restaurant which was still


    crowded at night. Compared with the day, it looked more antique. Lamps were lit outside. The yellow


    light almost illuminated the entire street. In the open-air area, a lot of couples were enjoying their


    candlelight dinners. The atmosphere was romantic, and the fragrance of roses pervaded the air.


    “ording to Matthew, this restaurant is your private property.” Heading inside,


    Owen casually struck up a conversation. Hailey hummed indifferently. Matthew was such a big mouth.


    Presumably, he had sold her out, and she didn’t need to talk about it in detail. In the elegant box, the


    manager served a cup of tea as soon as they took their seats and asked for Hailey’s instructions, “Dear


    guests, the ingredients are ready, and here is your tea. Would you like to start dinner?” “Yeah, let Gail


    start his job.” Hailey took the teapot and poured Owen a cup of


    tea.


    Owen thanked her andughed as he thought of Gail, “I can’t believe that Chef yton is a junior in


    front of you. You’re young, but your seniority is high.” “It’s nothing. Get used to it.” Hailey had a sip of


    tea and muttered to herself,


    ‘What’s the fuss?’ Since her childhood, she had taken a lot of people as her teachers. Among the


    apprentices, she was the youngest but boasted high seniority. In other trades, she was even called a


    grandmaster. She had been used to it. As she acted and sounded like an elder, Owen grumbled in his


    heart, ‘Matthew always calls me an old person. Compared with me, Hailey is more like one.’ “I’ve


    brought the porcin tes.” Keeping his promise, Owen handed a box to Hailey who took it in a hurry.


    She opened it, saw the tes, and wiped her hands with the tissue. Only then did she gingerly pick up


    one, put it in her palm, and study it admiringly. With an equal passion for antiques, he knew that verbal


    admiration was one


    thing. The tiny actions and details would tell if one was a true enthusiast. In the warm yellow light,


    Owen’s face looked soft. “You like them so much?”


    “You bet,” Hailey replied without looking up. At the auction, she had to conceal her longing for the


    tes. She had been eager to take them home right away. Unexpectedly, Owen came out of nowhere


    and bought them. She knew that Owen was also an enthusiast of antiques and jade. It was


    dificult to wrap up It was not terrible that she couldn’t get the item she wanted it would be terrible if the


    marketce were disrupted.


    Now that the tes ended up in her hands, Hailey no longer restrained her obsession. Except for the


    four lovely items, nothing seemed to exist in her world. Her eyes, nose, and hands refused to miss a


    single detail in the pattern, color, texture, luster, and scent of the tes. She sniffed the tes like a


    cute bichon frise, Amused by it, Owen couldn’t help butugh. Hailey reluctantly raised her head, not


    embarrassed by theughter The outsiders might regard her behavior as weird, but it was perfectly


    normal


    for insiders.


    She fondly put the tes down and said, “That’s generous of you, Mr. Moore.”


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    Owen was about to say it was alright when she took out a cheque from her bag and pushed it over


    after putting away the box. “Here is five million dors for


    you.”


    The way she offered him the check somehow reminded him of the scene when they got divorced. He


    hadn’t felt a thing back then. When he became the recipient, he realized how hurtful his action had


    been. The smile disappeared from his face, and his eyes dimmed.


    Owen calmly pushed the check back and said, “This is a gift for you, and I can’t take your money. We


    have long cooperation ahead, and consider the tes as a


    token of my regard.” She had anticipated that he would make such a remark. Instead of insisting,


    Hailey took out another item. “Such being the case, I’ll give you this in return.” She didn’t want to owe


    him anything. Owen smiled bitterly in his heart and curiously took her gift which was a long scroll. He


    unfolded it and recognized it as thendscape painting that he had seen in her office. The poem on it


    was called “Calming the Waves”.


    “Are you sure? You like the painting very much.” There were many paintings in his collection. Although


    this was a replica, the painting work and calligraphy were impressive. Comparable to the original, it


    could be sold for tens of millions of dors in the marketce. “It’s just a painting. I hope you’ll like it,”


    Hailey replied ndly.


    It was just a social form, but her tone was proud as if she was the author of the painting. An idea


    popped into his head, and his eyes widened.


    His breath hitched and his throat felt dry. “Don’t tell me the painting was


    created by you.”