"Tell Aunt Cagwin goodbye," she looked down, her gaze fierce, and on second thought, she softened her words, "Never mind, some other time. I'll treat you to dinner another day, and you can thank the person who helped you."
Freddy had already guessed who had helped him. As a man, he felt quite uncomfortable and somewhat embarrassed.
However, this incident had made him see, clearly, the difference between himself and Nathalie. Their disparity was not merely in social experience but many other aspects as well. Perhaps only Amadeus was more suitable to be by Nathalie's side.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air and came to terms with a lot of things, insisting, "No, Nathalie, I'll be the host. I saved some money in the bank when I dropped out of school to work. It's not a lot, but enough to invite someone for a meal. Since they helped me, I can't let you pay for it; that wouldn't be right..."