The thing called fate 3

Edward Hernandez didn't care why Victoria Garcia had changed her stance; as long as she was willing to have a meal with him, it was a good start.

"You ordered braised pork rice but didn't eat it. It seems it's not to your taste. I know a restaurant that makes authentic braised pork rice; it's quite good. Do you want to try it?"

"I'm fine with anything, it's up to you." In Victoria's view, what to eat wasn't the most important thing.

Edward left the restaurant, and the heavy snow outside had stopped.

However, the weather at night was even colder.

Victoria tightened her coat and took out a large shawl to wrap herself up.

Strangely enough, although Victoria was bundled up like this, she looked pleasing to the eye without appearing bloated.

In comparison, Edward was wearing very little.

No one knew whether or not he was cold in this sort of attire.

For that, Victoria didn't bother to care; caring would have crossed her boundaries.