"Swipe—" The car came to a stop in front of a Western restaurant.
Emma Aiden clutched the steering wheel, her hands a bit tense, and even her face had turned somewhat pale from nervousness.
When she found out he was going on a blind date, she felt a bit angry.
But now that she had arrived at the place of his blind date, her instinct was to run away.
She feared she wouldn't be able to control herself, fearing the urge to ruin his blind date. More so, she feared seeing him pampering someone else…
Emma Aiden sat in the car with a complex mind, for quite a while, without getting out.
She looked up at the Western restaurant in front of her and pursed her lips.
In her mind, familiar pictures flashed by.
He used to bring her to such a Western restaurant too, and every time before they came, he always had her change into a skirt, then he'd hold her hand and sit at the window seat.
She'd look at the scenery outside the window, and he'd look at her.
