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Yvonne was greatly astonished.
Zachary drove to a secluded restaurant; it was quiet and only received three tables of guests a day.
As soon as they entered, the owner greeted Zachary. "Wow, Mr. Lowe. You've finally brought a guest with you. You no longer come alone."
Zachary smiled and said, "This is my wife, Yvonne. This is Mr. Lowe."
"Hello, Mr. Lowe."
"Hello, Mrs. Lowe. You're so young."
"Thank you."
"Let's go inside. Same table."
"All right."
Zachary took Yvonne into a small private room; there were four seats.
There were four stools and a long table.
It was immaculate.
Yvonne asked softly, "Do you often come here to eat alone?"
Judging from their familiarity, Yvonne guessed that Zachary often came here to have meals.
The owner's words just now made Yvonne feel an inexplicable stabbing pain in her heart. She felt as if a needle was piercing her heart even until now.
"Yes," Zachary merely responded softly.