"Your noodles, Miss." The waiter placed Gwen's noodles in front of her, then did the same for the man.
Within a few meters of each other, Gwen could clearly hear the man pick up his fork, remove his mask, and begin to eat.
For a split second, she could not help wondering what she would see if she turned around right that instant.
However, it did not take her long to dismiss that thought.
She could not do this, not after promising Luna she would not force the man to remove his mask if he did not want to, so why was she so curious about him all of a sudden?
At the thought of this, Gwen let out a sigh, picked up her fork, and began eating as well.
At the table behind her, the man curled his lips into a smile as he watched her.
After their meal, the two of them paid their separate bills and exited the restaurant, making their way into town, with the man following a few paces behind Gwen.
They had not gone too far when all of a sudden, they were surrounded by burly men.
"You messed with the wrong person, Gwen." Winson emerged from among these men and strode over to Gwen, his gaze fixated intently on her face. "I didn't think you'd want to do this the hard way. I can't believe even after inviting you to a nice art show, you'd still treat me like this…"
With that, he sneered. "Since that's how you think of me, I don't think there's anything else I'd like to reminisce about our past with you anymore."
This time, there was no longer any hint of the adoration he had for her in his eyes.
Gwen furrowed her brows and instinctively took a step back.
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