He frowned slightly. "What kind of passion and motivation do you want?"
I was speechless for a moment. I was wrong. I shouldn't talk about romance and passion with an old pedant, I thought to myself.
I put on a fake smile and said, "It's hard to describe. It's getting late now. Aaron should have arrived by now, it's unreasonable to let him wait for us."
After that, I pulled his hand away from me and got into the car, putting this topic aside.
However, I was a little confused. I had seen Estella's face blush and her heart ripple with love. Could it be that she liked someone else? Maybe that was why she'd rejected this guy.
When we arrived at the restaurant, Aaron was already seated. Maybe he'd gotten impatient waiting for us, so he had already ordered food for himself. Looking at the half- eaten food on the table and the bottle of half-finished wine, my lips couldn't help but twitch. "Mr. Reid, you are really becoming less and less mindful of your image."
He raised his handsome eyebrows and chuckled. Then he raised his hand and called the waiter over. He looked at us and said, "I'll fill my belly first, so I won't get stuffed by your PDA."
I was speechless. I sat down in front of him and asked, "How's Uncle Charles?"
He shrugged and ordered a bottle of wine for Hendrix. He looked at me and said, "There is no substantial evidence. The authorities can't do anything to him. He has been clean and honest all these years. Those people can only make up rumors to slander him. It is estimated that nothing will be found. He'll be back safe and sound in a few days."
I nodded. The waiter served us new dishes. Hendrix and Aaron talked about the recent market situation, and then they started drinking. I was going to ask him about his relationship with Yana, but Hendrix had always reminded me not to gossip about other people's family affairs, so I decided against it.
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