Chapter 20
“This is Ms. Drayton, my… friend,” said Woodrow.
“Hello,” Kaneeta greeted the restaurant owner politely.
Though Woodrow and she had only known each other a couple of days, what they had been through indeed qualified them as friends.
“Welcome, Ms. Drayton,” the man beamed. “Come on in. I’ve
been getting prepared since Elliott called me. Breakfast is almost ready.”
Only a couple of waiters were in the restaurant. It seemed the restaurant wasn’t open for breakfast today.
Right after Kaneeta and Woodrow took their seats, one of the waiters brought them two plates of ravioli, each containing a big shrimp.
At the sight of them, Kaneeta suddenly felt a bit hungry.
“The shrimp ravioli here is a must–try. Give it a go,” Woodrow said.
As Kaneeta put a ravioli in her mouth, her eyes instantly lit un
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It was indeed delicious.
Seeing the bright smile on her face, Woodrow curved his lips.
into an imperceptible smile.
Soon, the owner and several waiters brought over more dishes
until the table was covered with polenta, crab cakes, waffles,
and more.
“All served,” the owner said with a smile. “This is our entire
breakfast menu. Enjoy.”
With that, he left with the waiters, giving Kaneeta and
Woodrow the room to themselves.
As the sun rose, the mist gradually dissolved. Sunlight streamed
through the windows, casting their fragmented shadows onto
the table.
Kaneeta used to make do with breakfast, but she ended up
eating a lot today.
Everything tasted amazing, filling her with warmth.
Neither of them said anything. In the tranquil atmosphere, Woodrow would occasionally slide a plate closer to her.
As the meal was coming to an end, she received a text.
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“The man died a year ago. He killed himself in prison.”
Her pupils shrank as she pursed her lips tightly.
Traumatized by the car accident, she had never paid any attention to the driver after learning he was put in jail.
After accidentally learning the truth during Edmund’s phone
call, she secretly sent someone to the prison, hoping to get
answers from the driver.
She was stunned upon knowing he had committed suicide a
year ago.
He had been the key witness.
Soon, she calmed down and replied, “See if he had any family
and where they are.””
The person replied to her right away, “OK.”
Noticing something off in her expression, Woodrow asked, “Is something wrong?”
She snapped out of it and smiled, “No.”
Hearing this, he said nothing else and just nodded. After
breakfast, they said bye to the owner and left.
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“Where do you live? I’ll give you a lift.”
Woodrow opened the car door for her.
Knowing it might take her forever to hail a cab here, she said,
“Mr. Hartwell, you may drop me off at the Kuntz Group.”
“Ms. Drayton.” He frowned, his tone turning icy. “What you
need now is to rest, not to keep exhausting yourself for Mr.
