Chapter 51
Cora turned to him with a lighthearted smirk. "Now that... that’s a good answer." She leaned in just a bit, her voice playful. "But listen, if I wait for too long and I still don’t get any movement from your side, I’m matching you up with someone. No arguments."
Oliver chuckled. "You’re already planning my future?"
"Absolutely," Cora replied with a teasing grin. "I’ve got some top-tier women in mind—ladies who don’t even need anyone to complete them. They’re respected, they’re confident, and believe me, they’ll never chase you. You’ll be the one chasing for your life."
Oliver laughed lightly. "Thanks for the threat."
She tapped his shoulder. "Don’t thank me yet."
With that, they both walked inside the restaurant. The ambience was warm and sophisticated, the lighting soft, with faint music playing in the background. A staff member politely ushered them to the VIP lounge that had already been reserved. It was a cozy yet elegant space, away from the crowd, perfect for their dinner.
Once seated, the menus were presented to them. Oliver began scanning through the options with curiosity, while Cora quietly watched him for a second before focusing on hers.
But Cora’s eyes lingered just a moment too long.
Something felt off.
She couldn’t quite place it—maybe it was the way the menu had been tampered with, or the tension she sensed from the waiter who brought it in. But she shook the feeling off quickly. It had been a while since they hung out like this. She didn’t want to ruin the moment over some vague instinct.
So, she smiled and picked something light. Oliver, on the other hand, went for one of the chef’s special dishes. They chatted, laughed, and shared memories while they waited. When their food arrived, it looked beautiful—plated perfectly and steaming hot.
They ate slowly, enjoying the comfort of being in each other’s company. The atmosphere felt nice—familiar, like nothing had changed between them despite everything that had happened.