Roses Wilted 8
Chapter 8 The restaurant Emily chose via GPS was a Truffle–Infused Forest Fondue near campus. She’d expected Harold to suggest elsewhere. That was his way–never setting foot in hole–in–the–wall eateries on Food Alley. As a doctor, he always deemed outside food unhygienic and stale. But, Harold didn’t raise any objections. After casually finding a window seat and sitting down, Emily smoothly took the menu from the waiter and ordered. All her favorites. After ordering. Emily naturally handed the menu to Harold. “Order whatever you want.” Harold froze for a few seconds, not expecting Emily would stop arranging everything for him. The Truffle–Infused Forest Fondue restaurant buzzed with chatter. A young couple sat near Emily and Harold, the guy sanitizing the girl’s tableware. Right after, Emily watched Harold take his own bowl and chopsticks, then clumsily pour tea from the pot to rinse them. She was momentarily stunned. Harold seemed scalded, handing her the bowl and chopsticks with reddened fingertips. His handsome face remained impassive. Emily hesitated before finally speaking. Chapter B “Honestly, you don’t need to look after me like this. At most, we’re just acquaintances now. Let’s each tend to our own needs.” Harold didn’t respond to that. “Emily, I’ve reflected a lot these six months since our divorce. I failed as a partner before. I’m sorry.” Emily never expected this turn of events, momentarily speechless. Harold smiled slightly, signaling she shouldn’t feel pressured. His tone stayed gentle. “I’ve turned down the research institute’s relocation offer. I’ll be staying in the country for my career.” “Mom and Dad prefer living here anyway. In the UK, we couldn’t even find Chinese friends to chat or play Backgammon with.” “Besides, Edinburgh rains all year round. You never liked it, and neither did I.”…