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---- or something?" Tristan chuckled. "You're funny. No, I just didn't order alcohol. They know me by now; if I don't ask for wine, it's orange juice." Olivia went to the restroom and returned, taking out a wet wipe to clean his hand. "Better not get your hands wet for now." Tristan obeyed without question. "Okay, I'll listen to you. 'A while later, the manager personally brought in their meal. "Tristan, the couple's set is ready." After the manager left, Olivia looked at Tristan with a teasing glance.

"So they just assume that whenever you bring a girl, it's the couple's set?" Tristan almost choked on his thoughts. "No! I ordered it myself. I've never brought a woman alone before. You're the first." Olivia's cheeks turned red. She carefully cut the heart-shaped steak, focused as if she were carving a flower. Once it was ready, she turned the plate toward Tristan. "Thanks for today." Tristan's grin widened. "I'm honored. Olivia's five-star, ---- thoughtful service is a real treat." Olivia smiled. "It's nothing.

If it weren't for you, I might have ended up with a scar today." Tristan thought of saying something clever but ended up simply smiling. "No need to thank me. It was just instinct." Chasing someone as sharp as Olivia was tricky. Every time he tried to bring up something, she immediately shifted the topic. By the time they finished eating, Tristan's stomach was full, but he hadn't managed to say a single word. After lunch, they returned to the office to report back, and later, they still had to accompany Aaron to the city to check a commercial plot.

After work, Clara went to her grandmother's house. Lori had called multiple times, urging her to come for dinner. Clara went up to the second floor, where Lori was waiting in the dining room in her wheelchair. "Grandma" Clara greeted with a bright smile. Lori's mood was light too. "Clara, finally! You made me wait so long!" ---- The servant quickly brought in the food. "I wasn't sure what you like, so we prepared a few dishes. They're all your mom's favorites." Clara laughed and sat down beside her. "I'm not picky.

Next time, just cook whatever you like." "You're such a good girl!" Lori's eyes welled with tears. "Much better than your mother! Back then, Sue was so picky. Nothing you put in front of her would do. No matter how fancy the dish, she wouldn't even glance at it" Clara handed her a tissue and comforted her. "She changed later. She stopped being picky." Lori's tears flowed even more. "But that was out of necessity, not choice." "Don't cry! Mom and I always had everything we needed. Don't worry!" Clara smoothed her grandmother's back. "If I make you cry again, Mr.

West will scold me later!" Lori calmed a little. "Mr. West? That's your uncle." "Yes," Clara replied, though she still felt awkward calling him that. "Wow, it's lively tonight!" Karen came up the stairs. "I could hear the laughter from afar. I had to come see what's going on." ---- Lori laughed. "Come sit. Don't miss your share! Donald isn't eating with us tonight, right?" Karen nodded. "Right, both father and daughter are out tonight. So, you must be Clara? You're beautiful! Here, I didn't prepare a gift, so take this envelope.

Buy whatever you like." Lori looked at the envelope and nodded approvingly. That's how family should be. Clara tried to refuse. "How can I take it? I'm grown now. I shouldn't take money from elders." Karen laughed. "Family doesn't work that way. You deserve it. Besides, a girl as pretty as you should treat herself well." Clara accepted it with a smile. Karen's lively personality made the whole room buzz with energy. Lori said, "Enough talking, let's eat. The food will get cold." Karen scooped a piece of chicken and a rib onto Clara's plate. "Eat more.

Seeing the kids enjoy the food makes an old lady's appetite better." Clara smiled. "Thanks, Aunt! I'll serve myself."