"After spending thousands of dollars on the plane ticket from Jarold City to Ucrebury, you're telling me that you came here just to have a meal with me?"
She raised her eyebrows, "Yes!"
As expected, I didn't understand the world of rich people.
After eating and chatting for a while, I still had no idea what Freya was planning to do.
Seeing that it didn't seem like she was going to leave, I felt a headache brewing. I said, "Miss Moore, we..."
"He's coming!" She did not pay any attention to me at all. Her gaze fell on the person who had walked in through the door of the restaurant. She appeared to be very excited.
I was astonished. I quickly shifted my gaze to the person who made hade lose her bearings like this.
The man who came in had a refined aura about him and good- looking features. He exuded warmth and sophistication.
What an elegant gentleman.
I felt like words could not do his beauty or elegance justice.
"He's Zachary Holt. What do you think? He's handsome, right?" Freya asked, her eyes never leaving him.
I looked away and pursed my lips, "So, did you trick me here and stall for half a day just to see him?"
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled innocently, "You may interpret it that way, if you like. After all, it would've been very awkward for me to eat alone for so long."
I was rendered speechless.
So, I was just a pawn, a tool.
Forget it.
What could I even do at this point?
I stared at her and asked, "How long have you known each other?"
As if she had suddenly found a common topic with me, she excitedly replied, "It's been 469 days, but 470 days if I were to count today as well."
I was dumbfounded.
That was accurate of her.
Zachary entered the dining hall and sat down at a different spot. A pretty woman sat beside him.
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