Day Thirty-Six...

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Abigail was so distracted that she only focused her attention on following Nathan. She just made the mistake of not knowing that someone was following her. This resulted in Nathan finding her whereabouts without her knowledge.

Abigail cursed inwardly when she entered the restaurant. She felt like she fell into a trap. Did the waiter lie? She was the only customer inside.

'I have a nagging feeling about this,' Abigail thought to herself.

Abigail's eyes were still roaming around the restaurant when the waiter approached her once again.

"This way, Ma'am," the waiter said, signaling Abigail to follow him. The VIP client reserved a special spot for Abigail.

Abigail's heart raced when she saw Nathan's figure from her current spot. 'Damn it! I can see him here clearly.'

Nathan's back was facing her. He was calmly sitting on his chair as he waited for his death. Nathan was wearing a black suit. A bouquet of red roses rested on his hand.

'Shit! He might see me here if he turns around,' Abigail began to panic.

"I don't want to stay here. I want to change my table," Abigail told the waiter in a low voice.

"Sorry, Ma'am. But the other tables are already reserved. This is the available spot for you since you have no reservation."

'Reserved my Ass! Damn! Why do I feel like Nathan is aware of my presence here? Did he intentionally put me here? What is he trying to do?'

Abigail just sat down and checked the menu list. She would just order food. Since she was already there, she might as well enjoy the food of the famous restaurant in Towerville City.

The waiter took her order and left. Abigail glanced at Nathan who was still waiting for his date. She checked the time and it was already 7:15 pm. His date was late.

'Heh. She's late. I hope Nathan will scold her for being late.' Abigail's eyes never left Nathan. She was keeping her eyes on him, anticipating what he would do once his date arrived.

At first, Nathan didn't plan on acting like a gentleman for his date, but his mind changed because of Abigail's presence.

Though he was annoyed because Helena was late, Nathan tried to be patient and concealed his annoyance. At exactly 7:30 pm, Helena Carlsen finally arrived.

A waiter was guiding her to their table. A tall and slender woman wearing a black dress stopped in front of Nathan. She slightly bowed her head and apologized for being late.

Abigail grinned, hoping that Nathan would show her his grumpy mood. But to her surprise, Nathan stood up and handed the bouquet over to her. He even pulled out the chair for her.

Abigail glanced at him with disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with him?! He is not in his usual cold self tonight!" She gripped the knife tightly as she shot Nathan a sharp cold glare.

Helena was indeed a pretty face. She looked stunning in her tube-fitted black dress which was below the knee. Her sexy figure was accentuated by the fitted dress, emphasizing her large breast and her small waist.

Abigail reflexively checked her appearance. She was only wearing high-waist pants, a white plain shirt, and a jean jacket partnered with sneakers.

"Sigh! I should have dressed up!" Abigail murmured to herself. After a while, she shifted her gaze back to Nathan and Helena. The two began introducing themselves to each other.

Nathan could feel a pair of eyes watching him from the back. 'She's watching us.' He thought, a faint smile curling up from the corners of his lips.

It did not take long before a waiter arrived, passing the menu book to Nathan and Helena. Then the waiter secretly passed a note to Nathan.

Nathan simply read the content of the message.

[ The lady in the back looks so pissed. ]

The note intensified Nathan's good mood.

"You look more handsome when smiling," Helena complimented Nathan, catching his attention. She saw Nathan smile after reading the note.

Nathan cleared his throat and simply hid the note inside his pocket.

"How's your trip, Miss Helena? Country R is far away from here." Nathan changed the topic immediately.

Helena's smile didn't leave her charming face. She was staring at Nathan seductively. She looked like she wanted to eat him, not the food on the menu.

"I'm a little bit tired. But I was energized after seeing you," Helena responded while giggling.

Nathan frowned but tried his best to conceal his annoyance. He didn't like chit-chatting with a woman like this.

But for some unknown reason, Helena immediately apologized as if she had read Nathan's mind.

"I'm sorry. Don't take it to heart. I am just kidding because I'm a little bit nervous. I am trying to lighten the mood between us." Helena's expression changed. From a seductive one, she turned into an innocent woman.

"It's alright. You can order now. What food do you like to eat?" Nathan asked Helena.

Helena pointed her fingers at three menus. And surprisingly, all she chose was Monica's favorite food. After ordering those foods, Nathan was reminded of Monica.

Nathan brought her to this restaurant thrice and she ordered the same menu, telling him that those were her favorite foods.

Nathan stared at Helena for several seconds, not saying a word. Then the waiter brought the red wine along with the cheese which was requested by Helena.

Meeting his gaze, Helena spoke again and said, "Nathan, try this cheese before drinking red wine. I like to pair them up."

Nathan was at a loss for words when he heard that. His attention was focused on Helena. He didn't know why but this woman suddenly reminded him of Monica.

Was this just a coincidence? The last words she said were similar to Monica's. They were having a dinner date at that time and he was supposed to propose to her. But that tragic night happened.

On that same dinner date, Monica told Nathan about the cheese and red wine.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0/v3l--B1n.

Both Abigail and Helena were surprised when Nathan suddenly stood up and approached Helena. He grabbed her hand, pulling her up.

Without saying a word, Nathan pulled her against his body and hugged her.

"Damn it! Why the hell is he hugging her?!!" Abigail stood up and slammed her table. She was fuming with rage and... perhaps... Jealousy!