Chapter 18

CARLYLE’S POV

“You don’t have to worry. It’s my treat.”

Was this some kind of ridicule? Who does she think she is? In fact, who is Rex himself? Compared to my status and authority, they were nothing. All along, there, amidst the hustle of serving tables, was someone I couldn’t quite place but whose familiarity tugged at the edges of my memory.

I was about to speak, but about three waiters came around with trays of expensive. dishes, gently placing it on the table which served as the boundary between me and Rex’s sister.

The first waiter dropped the food and left, the second did the same and followed suit. The third one did the same and turned to leave too. Raising my head at that moment, a flicker of recognition sparked within me, but it didn’t click well.

On instinct to get a subtle confirmation, I decided to test my intuition. Intentionally, let my handkerchief slip from my grasp, fluttering to the floor, then I pushed it out in the

with

my leg, all to the unawareness of sister.

Rex’s

open

“Excuse me,” I called out to her almost immediately, raising my hand slightly.

“How may I help you, sir?” She turned to attend to my needs.

with that?” My voice carried a measured casualness,

exchange. The veil of anonymity that shrouded her

her not just as a waitress, but as someone from a chapter of my past. My heart skipped a beat as her name reverberated around my listening senses, a name that echoed through the corridors of

alone stirred something deep within

tirelessly sought. The cacophony of

whine of Laryl, my

Chapter 18

me. After endless searches and countless moments of longing, destiny had orchestrated our reunion in the most unexpected of places. Never did I expect

our eyes locked

stiffening of her posture that betrayed a mix of emotions. Recognition dawned in her gaze, accompanied by a

into place, unveiling a truth that brought with it a mixture of

you,” I muttered, our gaze still locked. Rex’s

walking away quickly,

shift in my gaze, Rex’s sister looked at me with a

concern..

of? Is something going

sister to ourselves, her face. looking all

any sign of reassurance, but all she found was the distant gaze fixed on another. Uncertainty. painted her face as she grappled with

I checked, you don’t have a right to ask me such a question,” I said to her, obviously making

some steps. take place first of which talking is

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