"Okay?" Nora snorted in disapproval.
"What kind of attitude is this? You are upset?"
"I don't want to mention him anymore," Nora took a sip of lemonade and changed the subject. "Rose,
the person I told you about yesterday who looked like Oscar is Oca."
"Nora, you should look at the people around you more. You'll discover something new," Rose reminded
her not to live in the past. "Nora, I know you miss Mr. Stevens very much, but Mr. Moore is not Mr.
Stevens. They are not the same person."
Rose was afraid that Nora would become trapped in an illusion and would end up harming herself, so
she shattered Nora's illusion right away.
Nora lowered her eyelashes and frowned slightly. "I know. But how can two people in the world look so
similar? They are just like twins. And their names too – Oscar...Oca, how similar."
"No matter how similar they are, so what? He is not Mr. Stevens." Rose was also shocked at that time,
but then she persuaded herself not to overthink it and face reality. "Nora, it's been five years. You
should let go. Mr. Stevens doesn't want you to suffer and torture yourself because of him. He won't be
at ease where he is.
He definitely hopes that you can forget him and bravely pursue the happiness that belongs to you. So,
for the sake of Mr. Stevens and yourself, let go."
Rose reached out to hold Nora's hand on the table, not wanting her to live like a walking dead.
She was only twenty-six years old and was still young. She should not waste her youth and time this
way.
"Is he really worried?" Nora's eyes were slightly moist.
"Do you doubt Mr. Stevens's love for you? If you truly love someone, then you would naturally hope
that your loved one can live a better and happier life than yourself." With a smile, Rose tucked a strand
of hair in front of her forehead behind her ear. "And look at how you spent the past five years. It
wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you lived in a fool's paradise."
If Mr. Stevens were here, he would definitely be sad, so don't make him cry over there. Nora, be brave.
Only you can break out your mental shackles."
Nora was lost. It was true that she closed off the once lively and bright part of herself. Now she was just
a beautiful shell.
The past few years were in vain.
"I don't want him to worry about me," Nora whispered. "I want him to be happy too."
"In this case, don't make him worry about you anymore. I heard that if a person who passed away is
still worried about someone, then they'll haunt the world of the living and will be unwilling to be
reincarnated. Once he loses this opportunity, then he'll be a ghost forever and will not be able to be
reincarnated." Rose patted Nora's hand as if she was telling a story.
"Of course, this is just a superstition. It's not something we modern people should believe in, but I think
we should live well for our loved ones. Mr. Stevens's death anniversary is approaching. Let's go see
him together so you can tell him everything you want to say."
"Okay." Nora also secretly made a decision.
Rose smiled with satisfaction.
At six o'clock sharp, their food was served.
Rose and Nora drank some red wine. It was supposed to be a light drink, but Nora was greedy.
During dinner, Rose advised Nora to stop drinking out of fear that she would become drunk and end up
crying and causing trouble. This was her restaurant, and she was the boss. If she lost control, then she
would humiliate herself in front of her subordinates.
"Rose, do you think this is wine is fake? Why am I not drunk after drinking so much?" Nora picked up
the nearly empty bottle of red wine and shook it.
"Nora, this is your restaurant. Didn't you pick the wine yourself? How could it be fake?" Rose was
speechless.
"Oh right. I carefully picked all of them. How could it be fake?" Nora was stupefied. After smiling, she
said, "I know, it must be because my alcohol tolerance improved. It must be so."
Rose was a little resigned. Based on her nonsense talk, Nora had to be drunk.
"A little bit more. Let's finish it." Nora picked up the bottle and poured it into the glass. The dark red
liquid blossomed into a gorgeous flower formed by bubbles in the wine.
"Stop drinking." When Rose was about to grab the glass, Nora already finished it in one gulp.
Rose watched her turn the glass she had drunk upside down while maintaining her smile. "Look, not a
drop is wasted."
"Since when did you become frugal?" Rose taunted her slightly.
"Anything can be wasted, but not wine," Nora said seriously.
Rose could only look down to cut and eat her steak. At this time, she heard the sound of a phone
ringing. It was Nora's phone.
She told Bright that she would be having dinner with Nora, so he likely would not disturb her before
nine o'clock.
Nora picked up the phone and saw that the call was from Alan. She hung up right away and said to
Rose, "What's he calling me for? It's useless to call me. I won't give birth to his child."
"Nora..." As soon as Rose spoke, the phone rang again.
This time it was still from Alan, so Nora hung up again. "So annoying."
But Alan continued to call as if he would never give up.
Rose prevented Nora from repeatedly hanging up. "Maybe you should answer the call. What if Mr. Way
is calling you for something urgent?"
"There's nothing urgent now except having a child." Nora was slightly drunk, and her pale face was a
little flushed.
"If you don't want to pick up, then I'll do it." Rose took the phone from her hand and picked up the call.
As soon as the call was connected, she heard Alan's anxious words. "Nora, what are you hanging up
on me for? I didn't see you when I went home. Where are you? It's late so why aren't you home for
dinner?"
"Mr. Way, this is Rose," Rose waited for him to finish before giving an introduction.
"Oh... it's Ms. Linder." Alan was a little embarrassed. "Is Nora with you?"
"Yes, we are having dinner together." Rose glanced at Nora, who was leaning on the back of the chair
with her eyes closed. "She drank a lot of wine. Maybe you should come and take her back. We are in
her head restaurant on Milky Road."
"Okay, I'll come right away," Alan said.
Rose glanced at Nora, then stood up. "I'm going to the lobby to ask someone to make a glass of honey
water. It'll help sober you up."
"I'll go with you. I don't want to stay here by myself." Nora grabbed her hand.
"You are drunk, so you should sit down."
"I'm going."
There was nothing Rose could do once Nora became stubborn, so Rose had to go downstairs with her,
only to meet someone familiar.
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