Mable got out of the car halfway and took a new Uber, changing her route.


    She initially wanted to lead the other party to a quiet ce so that she could catch them and ask what they wanted. Nevertheless, the ck SUV did not follow her for too long this time. Suddenly, they turned around and left.


    Mable secretly noted down the license te, nning to look into it at night.


    Due to the little interlude, she arrived at the fondue restaurant a few minuteste.


    Tracey sent her a message saying she had arrived and was on the second floor by the window.


    However, when Mable went upstairs, Tracey was nowhere to be seen. Instead, ir was sitting by the window.


    He wore a ck suit and looked extremely reserved. He seemed out of ce with the atmosphere in the fondue restaurant.


    "Wow, that guy is so handsome. He''s simply top-notch. I wonder if he has a girlfriend!"


    "I can''t. He''s too attractive. I want to get his number."


    "What if he has a girlfriend? Ah, I shouldn''t overthink it. I''ll get his number first."


    The fewdies at the next table were gathering their courage to strike up a conversation when ir looked up from the menu.


    "Mabes."


    His voice was attractive, and his eyebrows rxed as soon as he saw Mable.


    Thedies, ready to ask for his number, looked over.


    ''... What a prettydy.''


    ''No! The handsome guy has a girlfriend.''


    Mable was about to escape when she heard ir call out to her. She stopped in her tracks.


    She walked over and sat opposite him. "You''re here too. Where''s Tracey?"


    ir opened a bottle and inserted a straw before handing it to Mable. "She couldn''t make itst minute and asked me toe eat with you instead." ''I can''t believe I fell for her trick!''


    She picked up her phone and sent a message to Tracey: [Traitor!]


    Tracey replied: [I''m obviously creating opportunities for you...]


    Mable was speechless.


    She only asked Tracey out to dinner because she wanted to avoid ir. However, Tracey had brought him straight to her.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    ir knew Mable was messaging Tracey when he saw her staring at her phone with gritted teeth.


    He handed her the menu. "I''ve ordered some dishes. Take a look at what else you might want."


    Mable put down her phone and helplessly took the menu. She hade, so what else could she do? She would eat.


    She looked at the menu. ir had ordered all her must-haves.


    "There''s nothing to add."


    Soon, the fondue and dishes were served.


    ir helped Mable mix some seasoning. "The doctor said you should avoid heavy foods, so I ordered a lighter cheese."


    "Okay."


    Looking at the pot of cheese, Mable''s appetite aroused. She could not wait to dig in.


    ir rarely talked during the meal, only serving Mable the entire time. He took food for her, poured water into her ss, and handed her tissues.


    Mable was shy from being so well taken care of. She quickly ced a piece of bread in his bowl. "Eat your food, and don''t mind me. This one''s been dipped. Try it."


    ir looked at the bread in his bowl and hesitated for two seconds before he picked it up and ate it.


    "Mm, it''s delicious."


    Mable took one for herself but suddenly realized something when she ate it. She looked up abruptly at ir.


    "It''s garlic vored!"


    She thought it was in and only realized after biting that garlic was added.


    ir nodded.


    Mable was anxious and quickly put down her chopsticks.


    "You''re allergic to garlic. Spit it out!"


    When she first started learning to cook, Aunt Grace informed her everything that ir was allergic to, and she always remembered.


    ir smiled and held her hand. "It''s just a little. It''s okay."


    "Are you stupid?!" Mable red at him, angry and frustrated.