Chapter 19
Kaneeta’s heart skipped a beat again.
Couldn’t Woodrow just drop it?
“About last night… I’m sorry,” Woodrow said.
She was stunned for a second before smiling, “Don’t. It wasn’t
your fault.”
Indeed, she was a bit embarrassed, but she never thought he
was to blame.
He was a victim, in fact.
“Have you found out who did this to you?” she asked.
“Yes.” He nodded. “Don’t worry.“”
A rival of the Hartwell Group had sent someone from
Roseburn. Knowing he would dine at that restaurant last night,
the person bribed a waiter to tamper with his drinks. The
original plan was to take him away after the booze kicked in
and place him in a room with a woman to frame him for rape.
Fortunately, he soon realized something was off and left early.
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Since no one else had touched his drinks, they were spared from
the mess.
And he was indeed lucky–the drug had no side effects.
Combined with his strong constitution, he had fully recovered after resting for a night.
Since he didn’t go into details, she didn’t ask much. She said
gently, “Alright then.”
“I wanna express my gratitude to you formally.” He gazed at her, his eyes dark with unspoken emotions. “About last night… Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” She shook her head. “You helped me before. Besides, at the entrance just then… If it weren’t for you, I…”
Her face turned pale as her voice trailed off.
Woodrow’s gaze swept over her right leg when she wasn’t looking.
He had already figured out something. However, he chose to remain silent, for he didn’t want to reopen her old wound.
“Have you had breakfast?” he asked, changing the subject.
Hearing this, she instinctively answered, “Not yet.“”
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Elliott called her right after she got up, and then she came here
straight.
“Me neither.” He picked up his jacket. “Let’s go, Ms. Drayton.
After what we’ve been through, at least… let me buy you
breakfast.”
He seemed so solemn, which amused Kaneeta.
She said, “Sure. Why not? Mr. Hartwell.”
Though remaining expressionless, he curved his lips slightly as
he turned around.
He drove her to a private restaurant at the foot of a mountain.
She had heard about this place before. Rumors had it that the
breakfast here was amazing, but the owner was a peculiar one.
He only opened the restaurant when he felt like it, and
breakfast sometimes ran out early.
And that happened to make people even more curious about
the restaurant.
She had never been here before. After all, work had consumed
nearly all her time, and she had just wanted to collapse during
her rare free moments. She’d never had the luxury to come here
just for breakfast.
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As Woodrow opened the car door for her, the scent of
mountain mist mixed with fresh morning dew greeted her. She
looked up and saw the sign “Cloud Nine Eatery“, its edges
blurred by the damp morning fog.
A middle–aged man walked toward them.
“It’s been a while, Mr. Hartwell,” he smiled. “How long has it been since you last dined here? Three years, perhaps?”
“Hello.” Woodrow nodded at him slightly.
As the man turned to Kaneeta, he arched an eyebrow, seeming slightly surprised. “Mr. Hartwell, this is…”
He wanted to ask if Kaneeta was Woodrow’s girlfriend, but worried he might be presuming. One thing was certain, though -they were clearly made for each other.
