"Glass Palace." Avery Jane whispered, bowing her head and wondering how much unbearable consequence would result from today's actions of this man.
Joshua Hughes remained silent, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting against the car window, with a hint of rebelliousness in his eyes growing stronger.
Glass Palace, the French cuisine here is the most famous, and of course, the price is quite substantial. To book a table, it probably needs more than five days in advance. No woman would invite another woman to eat in such a place, so the one inviting her must be a man, a deeply calculative man.
He no longer displayed his previous domineering and fierce manner but appeared somewhat lazy: "Tell me about your past."
He wanted to know about her past, but he didn't want to learn from anyone else's investigation or narration; he wanted to hear it from her.
