Chapter 178: What can she give him?_2

James Anderson laughed, "Of course, I knocked on the door, and once I gave my name, someone opened it for me!"

"So that's how it happened..." Helen Blair smiled but didn't know what else to say. She felt their conversation was drier than the food in her bowl.

Was it because time had drained all the moisture from it?

He and she were no longer the same people they were six years ago...

After Helen fell silent, James didn't speak either. They drank and ate, occasionally exchanging a few words, but neither touched on any significant topic as if both were avoiding something.

After the meal, the two left the private room, Helen in front and James behind her. Helen tried to open the door, but it seemed stuck. She pulled several times without success. Standing behind her, James was surrounded by her fragrance, a scent that seemed deeply rooted in his memory, evoking many past experiences.