Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 163: Couple's Set Meal Olivia pulled the car over to the side of the road and said, "Wait here for me." She jumped out and hurried toward a nearby pharmacy. Not long after, she came back carrying a small bag. Once inside the car, she said, "Tristan, hold out your hand." Tristan held it out, and Olivia immediately noticed two red, swollen blisters forming. She carefully opened the medicine and applied it, instinctively pursing her lips and blowing on it. She remembered how her mom had done the same when she was a kid.

Tristan watched her gentle gesture, his gaze softening in a way that made his usual composure almost melt. "This looks a bit serious. Maybe we should go toa hospital? I wouldn't want scars on your hands," Olivia said, concerned. Tristan's hands were so perfect. Leaving a mark here would be a shame. A few seconds passed, and Tristan didn't respond. Olivia looked up at him. He was still staring off into ---- space. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" Tristan snapped back to reality. "No, it's fine. Not that bad. Even if there are scars, it's not on my face." Olivia's guilt deepened.

The hot water had almost hit her face. "I should still take you to the hospital." Tristan's gaze met hers, calm and steady. "If you really want to thank me, just take me out to eat. It's past noon, no one's working. Now we can talk about where to go, right?" "Okay!" Olivia agreed without hesitation. "Where?" So decisive? Tristan blinked, thinking he had misheard her. He quickly opened his navigation app, typed in an address, and placed the phone on the dashboard. "Here. Let's go." About twenty minutes later, they arrived at a restaurant.

As soon as the car stopped at the entrance, someone came to open the doors. "Hello, Mr. Black! Hello, miss!" Olivia still wasn't used to such attentive service. The manager greeted them at the door and led them to a private room. "Sir, here to check the restaurant today?" ---- Tristan shrugged. "Just passing by, having a meal." People occasionally waved at him, and a few teased when they noticed he had a woman with him. He wasn't an overly serious boss and had a playful streak, so the staff felt comfortable joking with him. Olivia ignored everyone and walked straight ahead, eyes forward.

Tristan leaned toward the manager and quietly said, "Ill take the couple's set meal." The manager nodded, gestured with an okay sign, and left them alone in the private room. They sat down, and Olivia looked around; the place was nice and well-kept. Tristan asked, "Want something to drink?" At the word "drink," Olivia reflexively said, "No." Tristan laughed. "How about some orange juice?" Olivia nodded, trying to look calm, but internally scolded herself: Olivia, Olivia, why are you being so silly again? A few minutes later, a server brought in a fresh pot of orange juice.

Olivia teased, "Do they take orders with mind-reading