Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 201

Russel knew this area like the back of his hand, and he smoothly led me to an Italian-style restaurant.

The restaurant had a classy vibe; it was perfect for a date.

After we sat down, my curiosity piqued, so I asked, "How did you know about this place?"

Normally, Russel didn't seem like the type to frequent such places, and most of the current customers were couples.

Russel chuckled, "A colleague invited me here for dinner; I thought it was a group thing, so I came."

"Ah, I see. So, you found out it was just her waiting for you, right? I think I can guess who it was." I replied with a grin, "The pretty nurse, right?"

Russel arched an eyebrow, "Your guess is a bit vague; we’ve got a lot of nurses at our hospital."

Was he trying to show off his many admirers to me?

We had a great chat. After a few dates with Russel, I found out that he was actually the type who seemed cold on the outside but was passionate on the inside. Otherwise, he wouldn't have cared about my marriage with Neil before.

If he was also aloof privately, then I might have found it a bit difficult to get along with him.

Suddenly, a man and a woman entered the restaurant, causing the smile on my face to fade.

Bonnie, arm in arm with Neil and a happy smile on her face, froze when she saw me.

"Should we switch restaurants?" Russel asked in a low voice after spotting Neil and Bonnie.

Before he could finish speaking, Bonnie, arm in arm with Neil, sat down at the table next to ours.

I stared at the food on the table and calmly said, "No need; the food here is good."

Russel nodded. Our previous cheerful atmosphere vanished with the arrival of Neil and Bonnie.

Bonnie started ordering, while Neil remained silent, not voicing any opinions.

"Neil, what do you want to eat?" Bonnie's voice was pleasing.

"Anything is fine, as long as you like it." Neil's voice was indifferent, but at least he gave a response, and it was quite accommodating.

Bonnie didn't mind Neil's indifference; she skillfully ordered Neil's favorite dishes, which surprised me.

Did she know Neil that well? I always thought I was the woman who knew Neil best; after all, I knew him for ten years.

"What's wrong? Don't you like the dishes?" Russel noticed I wasn't eating much and gently asked.

"I don't like the red pepper in it." I glanced at the squid pasta on the plate and casually replied.

Russel gave me a loving look, then painstakingly picked out the red peppers from my untouched pasta.

He often performed surgeries, so his hands were steady, his nails were clean, and his handling of the cutlery was very elegant.

After he picked out the red peppers, he pushed his plate of squid pasta toward me and took mine.

"No, I've already eaten from that one!" I quickly stopped him.

"It's fine." Russel didn't seem to mind; he took a few bites and didn't show any signs of disgust.

I felt a little embarrassed; in fact, I didn't really dislike red peppers; it was just an excuse.