Margareth glanced at me, then smiled at the girl and responded, "It's okay. We came to Witherbury for travelling and relaxation. It's fate, so why don't we make friends?"
The girl was very happy. She introduced herself as Dabney William.
Holding Christian's arm intimately, she smiled playfully and cutely. "This is our boss, Killian Andrews."
Margareth introduced ourself with a bright smile. "My name is Margareth Clinton and she is Yasmin Nauderer."
Hearing my name, Christian did not have any special reaction at all. It seemed that he had really forgotten me completely.
I tightly gripped the stick of the barbecue and a sour sensation rose in my throat.
Fortunately, they did not stand there for long when a new customer came to the restaurant. Dabney quickly took him to greet and serve the customers.
I silently watched Christian limping back and forth serving meals to the customers.
There was a sharp pain somewhere in my chest.
What did he go through during the three years when he disappeared?
Until he became what he was now.
It was understandable that he did not remember me.
In the evening, when most of the customers had left, I sat at the door of the hotel in a daze, feeling heartbroken.
Christian loved that girl more than I imagined.
He looked up at her with gentle and doting eyes and gently picked up the towel to wipe her sweat.
Dabney had a lively personality and even sneaked into the man's arms to kiss him in front of customers.
Christian smiled helplessly, but still gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
After finishing their busy work, they were about to have a dinner. Dabney turned her head and saw me sitting at the door, warmly waving at us.
"Would you like to come over and have dinner together?"
Margareth took some snacks we brought from home and pulled me over.
"Don't be foolish, it's better to suffer a short pain than a long one, it's better to ask clearly." She whispered in my ear.
Christian grilled some more skewers, but when he brought them over, there were some leftovers under his feet that had not been cleaned up thoroughly.
"Money!"
An orange puppy ran over and wagged its tail, eating up all the leftovers.
I looked up in shock and asked, "What ... what is its name?"
Christian silently glanced at me, without saying a word. The person who answered me was Dabney.
"It called Money. It was Killian gave it the name. Do you also think it's a bit funny, Yasmin?"