HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 169: Salad For Dinner

Her considerate behavior made Gary have a better impression of her. After Gary got into the car, Estelle closed the car door for him, went around to the other side of the car, and got into it. “Leo, let’s go,” Gary said to the driver. “Yes, sir,” Leo said as he started the car. Considering that Gary was old, he drove slowly. Gary looked hale and hearty and had a resonant voice. When he talked to Estelle, his voice was full of gentleness. “Estelle, what do you like to eat?” “Grandpa Gary, it’s up to you. What would you like to eat?” Estelle said politely. “You are still weak, and I’m old. And both of us can’t eat too much greasy food. How about we have salads for dinner?” “Okay,” Estelle agreed without hesitation. Half an hour later, the car stopped at the gate of a chain salad restaurant. Estelle got out of the car first. Then she opened the car door for Gary and helped him get out of the car slowly. When Gary got out of the car, he almost fell. Seeing this, Estelle was startled and hurriedly reached out to take him by the arm. “It’s okay,” Gary said and smiled helplessly. “I can walk by myself.” Estelle was worried about him, so she didn’t loosen her hand on Gary’s arm. “Grandpa Gary, have you been wounded in your leg before?” She asked. “Yes,” Gary nodded and said. “When I was young, I went to war. Many of my comrades in arms died in the war. I was lucky that I survived. But my leg was wounded. At that time, Cristofer's grandmother thought I had died on the battlefield and cried at home every day. When I went back home, she was stunned when she saw me.” As he spoke, a smile appeared on his serious face. However, the next moment, he sighed and said, “Alas... Unfortunately, Cristofer's grandmother died early. I’ve been living alone for so many years. Well, let’s go inside for dinner.” The salad restaurant was huge and was set on three floors. Since it was inconvenient for Gary to climb the stairs, they chose a table on the first floor.

“Good evening. Here is the menu. What would you like to eat?” The waiter said. Pointing at Estelle, Gary said, “Please give the menu to her.” The waiter then placed the menu in front of Estelle. Estelle had known Cristofer for so many years and was familiar with his parents. But it was the first time that she had had dinner with his grandfather alone. “Grandpa Gary, do you have any foods that you need to avoid?” “No. I’m not a picky eater,” Gary said. “No one in the Williams family is picky about food except for Cristofer. I remember that he doesn’t like to eat carrots.” Hearing this, Estelle was a little stunned. “Cristofer doesn’t eat carrots?” “Yes,” Gary said with his voice full of disapproval of Cristofer's pickiness. “Estelle, you may order whatever you want. Anything will do with me.” Estelle then ordered a chicken and onion Caesar salad for Gary, a Greek salad for herself, and some side dishes. “Estelle, I’ve heard about your condition from Cristofer. How are you feeling recently? Are you feeling better?” “I’m much better now,” Estelle nodded and said. “That’s good. You look well today. Your face is ruddy, and you look vigorous,” Gary said, breathing a sigh of relief. ‘Maybe it’s because I can sleep well every night with Mr. Mysterious by my side,’ Estelle thought. “Grandpa Gary, what do you want to say to me?” Estelle asked. “Let’s cut to the chase.” Gary sighed and said, “Estelle, I have no right to interfere in your relationship with Cristofer. It’s a pity that the marriage of you two became like this. And I’m not going to ask you to forgive him. If you want to divorce him, just do it. I hope you can live a happy life in the future. Estelle, I heard that you gave birth to two children for Cristofer. May I see them?” Estelle had expected that he would talk about the children, so she was not surprised at all. “Sure. I’ll take them to visit you another day,” She answered. However, when Gary heard her answer, the smile on his face froze. “Can’t I go to see them today?” “Grandpa Gary, it’s not that I don’t want you to see them. I just want to live a peaceful life and don’tThis text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

want too many people to know where I live. So... I’m sorry. It’s inconvenient for me to let you see them today.” Hearing her words, Gary nodded with a knowing smile and said, “I understand. You just don’t want Cristofer to know where you live.” “Well, you can say that. Now, I just want the cooling-off period to end soon so that I can divorce him. And after we get divorced, I’ll live my life, and he’ll live his. It’s good for us to get over each other.” Gary opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something. But after hesitating for a long time, he just sighed helplessly and said, “Although it’s a pity, I respect your decision.” “Thank you, Grandpa Gary.” “Estelle, tomorrow is also the weekend. Can you take the children to see me?” Gary asked. Estelle thought for a while and finally agreed. “That’s great,” Gary said in a happy voice. It was understandable that Gary wanted to see his great-grandchildren. Estelle could understand him. After dinner, the driver drove Gary back while Estelle took a taxi home. When she arrived home, it was getting dark. Mrs. Moorsum had called her before and said that she would take Yohan and Yvonne to take a walk in the garden downstairs and that the dinner was ready. There were many delicious dishes on the table. But since Estelle had had salads, she was not hungry and had no appetite for them. It was a little dark in the room. When she was about to turn on the light, her hand was grabbed, and then she was embraced from behind. The next moment, Mr. Mysterious’ gentle and husky voice came, “What did you eat for dinner? Let me have a taste.” After saying that, he leaned over and kissed her lips. Estelle then turned around and responded to his kiss. “It seems that you had salad tonight,” Mr. Mysterious smacked his lips and teased her. Estelle couldn’t help but chuckle and said, “Wow, you actually guessed it right. I did have salad for dinner.”

“Let me guess again. Judging from the taste of your mouth, I assumed that you had had Greek salad,” Mr. Mysterious stated teasingly. “How did you...” Estelle said. However, before Estelle finished her sentence, Mr. Mysterious kissed her again. It was dark outside. Mr. Mysterious stood with his back to the light, and she could only see Mr. Mysterious’ outline. But with the help of the dim light coming through the window, Estelle saw his tie, which was dark blue with checks. And she found that it looked a little familiar.