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Myles Sullivan saw her standing up and said, without surprise, "You're leaving?"
Her phone vibrated again. Nathalie Quinlan didn't look at it this time and slightly nodded her chin, saying, "There's something I need to take care of."
Myles Sullivan stretched himself out, hand resting on the chair, and looked up at her with a smile, "I just saw you constantly checking your phone. Did your family rush you?"
Family?
Nathalie Quinlan had the kind of beautiful eyes that, whether raised or lowered, had lashes like fans, perfectly concealing her emotions.
Myles Sullivan then saw her lips turn up a bit, and she nonchalantly replied, "Mm-hmm."
He picked up his coat and stood up, reaching for his wallet and walking ahead, "Let's go, I'll settle the bill. Wait for me outside, I'll drive you."
But as he was just about to reach the counter, the waiter taking payments told him that Nathalie Quinlan had already paid.