Chapter 236: Enjoyment

Hayley’s POV:

After paying the fare, I opened the car door and stepped out. Then, I walked toward a dessert shop.

“A crepe for me, please,” I said casually, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

“Sure, just a moment. It’ll be ready soon,” the server replied.

As I waited, I pulled out my phone and downloaded an app called FileSafe, logging into an account I hadn’t checked in a long time. This was an app I developed myself, where I stored a lot of things. One of the files included some damaging information about Gillian. I wasn’t in a rush, so I began to organize the files and sent them off to various media outlets.

When I saw the confirmation on the screen that the emails had been sent, I smiled slightly. The show was about to begin.

“Your crepe is ready,” the restaurateur said, bringing my order to the table.

I looked at the delicious food in front of me and felt my mouth water. “Thank you,” I said, then dug right in. The sweet aroma of the crepe filled my mouth, and I felt completely satisfied.

But just then, Hera began to get excited. I looked up in surprise as a figure walked up and sat down next to me.

“Benjamin?” I asked, puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “It’s so late, and you’re still here, hiding out and enjoying some food?”

His gaze was fixed on the crepe in my hand. I couldn’t help but wonder if he wanted some too.

I quickly protected my crepe and said, “This one’s mine. If you want one, you’ll have to buy your own.”

Benjamin chuckled softly and called the restaurateur over. “Give me the same one she has.”

The restaurateur smiled and said, “Sure, please wait a moment.”

Benjamin took the crepe and ate it slowly, every movement radiating the elegance of someone from an affluent background.

I couldn’t help but remark, “Watching you eat is almost like watching an art form.”

After the meal, Benjamin took care of the bill. As we left the shop, he asked, “Heading home?”

I rubbed my full stomach and glanced at the nearby Qrance Square. “Let’s walk a bit; I ate too much.”

Benjamin looked around and nodded. “Alright.”

So, we walked side by side along the path in front of Qrance Square. At that moment, a little girl carrying a flower basket approached us. “Mister, buy a bouquet for your girlfriend.”

Embarrassed, I quickly shook my head and said, “No, thank you. We don’t need flowers.”

However, the little girl gazed directly at Benjamin and pleaded, “Mister, please. Buy one for her. Girls love flowers.”