Brendan started the engine when they got into the car, and they remained quiet throughout the journey.

When the car stopped, Brendan took Deirdre to the destination.

The floor manager greeted Brendan with a broad smile in the lobby. “Mr. Brighthall, welcome. We’ve prepared a table for you on the second floor. Let me take you there. By the way, the dishes will be served in minutes.”

‘Dishes? Are we here t-to have a meal?’ Deirdre was astonished. But her instincts told her that it wasn’t as simple as she was thinking.

However, when she sat on her seat fearfully, nothing happened.

Brendan asked indifferently, “What do you like to eat? I’ve simply ordered some dishes, but I don’t know if they suit your taste.”

Deirdre clenched her fists as she felt inexplicably uneasy. “Anything is good.”

“Really?” Brendan smirked. “You’ve said it yourself. Don't you blame Lena again when you have something you dislike later."

Deirdre felt tense. She couldn’t help but ask, “Why are we here?”

“This