Chapter 1261
Watching Lexi vanish into the distance, J couldn’t help but pout, “Why did she run away so fast?”
With his arm around her shoulder, Brandon gently said, “As a boss, you shouldn’t make your assistant
work overtime on opening day. Let’s head back; the client isn’t going anywhere.”
J sighed, feeling helpless since Lexi had already left and she couldn’t investigate further.
“I guess things have to be left as they are. I’ll look into it tomorrow.” Brandon smiled and led her to the
car.
With her chin propped up, she gazed out the window, contemting how to address Carly’s issue.
It wasn’t until the car stopped and she saw the unfamiliar scenery outside that she realized something
was off.
“Aren’t we supposed to be going home? Where are we?”
Grinning, Brandon revealed, “Today’s the first day your studio is open. I booked a table at your favorite
restaurant to celebrate your business’s sessfulunch.”
As he spoke, he exited the car and gantly opened the door for J, extending his hand to help her
out.
J smiled and took Brandon’s hand.
“That’s so sweet of you.”
Brandon had arranged for the restaurant to prepare J’s favorite dishes, and once they were
seated, the waiter brought the food to the table one by one.
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J felt grateful seeing her husband being so thoughtful and attentive.
She looked at the handsome man across from her and said affectionately, “Thank you, Brandon.”
Brandon poured a ss of wine for J and gently replied, “You don’t have to thank me.”
After all the dishes were served, the waiter brought a special cake that Brandon had customized.
Upon seeing the cake, J furrowed her brows and asked, “Why is the cake this vor?”
Usually, Brandon knew her preferences; why would he order a cake in her least favorite vor?
Brandon also frowned.
“This isn’t the vor I ordered. Did you bring the wrong cake?”
“Isn’t this the cake you two ordered?” The waiter quickly checked the order and confirmed with the
kitchen.
It wasn’t until Brandon’s impatience grew that they realized the cake was indeed meant for another
table.
“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”
The waiter hastily apologized, “There was another table nearby that also ordered a cake, and both
cakes were identally switched. I’ll go and get it reced right now.”
Brandon didn’t want to make a scene and simply waved his hand, allowing the waiter to correct the
mistake.
Suddenly, a detached voice rang out.
“I’m sorry, but I already ate your cake. I’ll buy you a new one to make up for it.”
Both J and Brandon turned to see the tall, handsome man.
Jeremy Button approached them with a smile on his lips, his ck eyes gleaming with a mysterious
aura.
“Brandon, J, long time no see! Your happy and peaceful days are about to end. Are you ready to
face my storm?” Jeremy thought to himself.
The moment Brandon’s gaze fell upon the stranger, an inexplicable sense of unease surged within him.
Casting an icy stare, he retorted, “Forget it. Compensation is unnecessary.” With an air of contrition,
Jeremy replied, “That’s not fair. The cake wasn’t inexpensive, and I feel really bad about it.”
J chimed in, shaking her head, “Just keep it. No need for reimbursement.”
Jeremy feigned an apologetic sigh.
“Very well, then. I appreciate the cake. Enjoy your repast.”
Having spoken, he offered a faint smile, pivoted, and retreated to his seat.
Observing Jeremy’s table, J’s heart plummeted.
Why were all the people gathered there familiar faces from the Turner n? What ties bounded him to
that family? Brandon, too, perceived something amiss and his brow furrowed in response.
“Brandon, do you recognize him?”
J nudged him and arched an inquisitive brow.
“What’s his connection with the Turners? And what are the odds he’d just happen to eat our cake?
Mere happenstance, or something more?”