Yvonne knew that Stella found Lucas biased against her, and therefore, did not want to bump into him.
“Why don’t we have dinner together?” she suggested. “Lucas is busy with something at the hospital
today and will return very late. I don’t have plans anyway.”
Stella gave it a little thought before agreeing to Yvonne’s suggestion. Both of them would probably
have fewer opportunities to meet in the future and share a meal. She had no reason to reject Yvonne.
“I call dibs on treating you!” she insisted. “You can pick a place.”
Yvonne smiled. “Sure.”
The last time Yvonne chose to bring Stella to an entertainment venue, Lucas had repeatedly nagged at
her, warning against doing such a thing again. This time, she obediently selected a western restaurant
with romantic vibes that seemed more suitable for couples. Both ladies chatted leisurely as they waited
for their dishes to be served. The next moment, Yvonne’s expression changed. Her face, which was
originally full of smiles, suddenly turned cold.
Stella was stunned for a moment, thinking that she must’ve said something wrong. “What’s the
matter/”
Yvonne remained silent as she stared at a particular corner.
Stella followed her gaze and her face stiffened up as well.
At a booth seat’s distance away from them, she saw Lucas sharing a meal with an elegantly dressed
woman.
There wasn’t much to this scene by itself, except that Lucas had told Yvonne that he had intended to
work overtime at the hospital tonight, yet he ended up sharing a meal here with another gorgeous
woman.
This was clearly an issue.
Yvonne forced herself to calm down. “There must be some misunderstanding…”
The next moment, she saw a napkin drop from the woman’s hand onto the floor.
The woman bent over to pick it up, but Lucas was one move ahead of her and picked it up instead.
When he handed the napkin over to her, their fingers touched, and the woman suddenly held his hand.
Yvonne was no longer able to hold herself back.
She flung her cutlery on her plate, stood up in a jiffy, and charged at their table. “Lucas Quirk, who is
she?!”
Before the two even realized what was happening, Yvonne had already appeared right in front of their
cubicle, aggressive and clearly furious.
The western restaurant was very spacious, with a wide distance placed in between each table such
that people could walk around easily. The booth compartment Lucas and the woman were in was
enclosed by a simple wooden frame which made it easy to see what was going on inside. Stella felt
uneasy and immediately stood up to follow behind Yvonne. The woman was lost for a moment as she
subconsciously glanced at Yvonne and back at Lucas. “Dr. Quirk, this is…”
Lucas’s eyes grew dim as he looked at Yvonne, “What are you doing here?”
Yvonne did not expect Lucas to return the question to her the moment he opened his mouth. She
sneered, “What am I doing here? If I weren’t here, I wouldn’t have seen for myself what you’ve been
doing with another woman!”
Lucas sensed the sarcasm laced in her words and his face darkened. “What nonsense!”
The woman sensed impending trouble and immediately stood up. “You must be Ms. Keller. I’m so sorry
to have caused a misunderstanding…”
“What Ms. Keller? I am Mrs. Quirk!”
Yvonne cut her off curtly. “Since you know about me, then you should know that he is a married man.
Don’t you know how to keep your distance? You were so close to holding his hand just now!”
“I’m really sorry about that.” The woman looked awkward, “I really didn’t think too much about it, and I
accidentally touched his hand. If it offended you, please accept my apology.”
“Enough,” Lucas cut in and stood up, glancing at Yvonne. “Cut it out,” he said helplessly. “We are just
friends.”
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