Better Life Without You. novel Chapter 62

Although she hadn't expected that they would end up like this. She felt that it no longer mattered.

Since the day that she decided to let him go, she had never intended to turn back.

Since she would never get back together with him, it didn't matter if he would trust her or not.

On the afternoon of the second day, she followed the address that William Walton sent over, and went to that French restaurant by bus.

When William Walton drove his car over, she was sitting right beside the entrance of the dining hall.

He got out of the car and walked over to her. The waiter drove his car away to park it.

"Why aren't you going in?"

She laughed. "I wanted to mourn my purse for a few minutes before I went in, but you came over."

"For the purse?"

She pointed to the door of the restaurant and mysteriously said, "Let me calculate with my fingers, this restaurant should be a high-end restaurant."

He smiled. "So?"

"To treat someone to a meal in a place like this, I would feel my heartache."

"Then are you going to treat me?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "After all, money is earned by humans. Since I owe you a favor, I naturally have to pay you. That's why I should mourn for my purse. Now, let's go, I'll send them to the guillotine."

She took a deep breath, turned, and walked up the steps to the dining room.

William Walton couldn't help but laugh as he looked at her back.

Was he old? Or there were too few women he knew.

He had never seen a woman as interesting as her.

As they entered the dining room, she glanced at the menu and gave him the right to order.

"Come on."

"Are you sure? You don't be afraid that I'll order something expensive."

She curled her lips. "I don't know how to read. If you feel that your conscience won't hurt, then you can just order whatever you want. In any case, at worst, I'll just stay here and wash the dishes to pay the bill. It doesn't matter."

Her words were filled with bravery.

He smiled and lowered his head to order.

She couldn't understand why the menu would be in French even though this was America.

Why they had to bully the people who don't speak French?

William Walton quickly ordered the dishes.

"Would you like a glass of champagne?"

She shrugged. "Sure."

The French food served slowly.

She wasn't in a hurry. Taking a sip of champagne, she asked, "What did you tell our principal? How did she change her mind so easily?"

"Are you curious?"

"A little," she nodded. "Is it easy to convince her?"

"I only said three sentences. I said I liked you, and you must get the job. Otherwise, the Walton family and the Harris family would have already broken up."

She blushed. No wonder why Avery Harris came to find her yesterday.

"Why are you blushing?"

"Hey, because of the wine." She lifted her glass and took another sip.

"The principal didn't say anything and just agreed?"

"She said a lot of bad things about you."

She frowned. "What did she say?"

"Curious again?"

She was a bit embarrassed. "Not really."

"How about this, if you promise me one thing, I'll tell you what I talked about with her."

"I don't want it."

"But having you cook for me has nothing to do with liking you. In the past 27 years, I have never eaten ordinary food. That day, the food you cooked made me feel as if I was living like an ordinary person. I truly feel that eating ordinary food at home is very good.

Can you imagine? From the moment I was born, I sat at a very large dining table. Every meal was filled with delicacies, and there were a lot of servants and butlers by my side."

Upon hearing his words, her pupils unconsciously constricted.

She looked at him with a bit of heartache, feeling an inexplicable sense of pity for him.

In the past, her mother had to go to work every day to support her.

Therefore, she ate alone, bathed alone and slept alone every day.

The feeling of being alone... She understood.

"Then... When do I start working? "

"It's best if you start tomorrow."

She pursed her lips. "Now you can tell me what the headmaster said about me."

"I know a little about Miss Brown. What she said, it's better if you don't know, they are all lies."

"How can you be sure it's a lie?"

"She says that you don't care about your private life. But I know you well." He raised the center of his brows. "I'm your first man."

Embarrassed, she glanced to the side. "Lower your voice. Sigh, is that all she said?"

"What can someone like her say? All she said was nothing but emphasizing your identity. "

"She said I was an orphan again?"

"What? She has mentioned it before?"

She nodded.

"How could she have such a misunderstanding? Have you never told Avery Harris your identity?"

"I can't just say that I'm an illegitimate daughter, right? It's not a good thing."

William Walton laughed. If Miss Brown knew that she was from Anderson Family, her attitude towards her would change. If that, Avery Harris wouldn't lose Laura Green.

It seemed like a beautiful coincidence.