hapter 402 Debt–Free
Tyrone knelt naturally and started tying Aella’s shoelaces.
The employees walking through the lobby looked over with envy in their eyes.
Some even secretly took photos with their phones and sent them to each other.
Aella stood still, looking down at Tyrone as he focused on her shoes.
The scene slowly overlapped with another one scaled deep in her memory.
In her previous life, Tyrone had once knelt like this before Zera, gently helping her try on shoes.
Thinking of that, Aella felt disgust rising inside her and quickly pulled her foot back.
Tyrone looked up. “What’s wrong?”
“How could I bother you with something like this? I can do it myself.”
She crouched down to tie her own shoelaces.
Tyrone straightened up, watching her closely. The warmth in his eyes slowly turned cautious.
After leaving the company together, they went to a restaurant Aella had reserved earlier.
She had chosen a quiet corner on purpose.
“You can order,” she said. “Dinner’s on me tonight. Get whatever you want.”
Tyrone told her there was no need. He had a membership card for this place.
When the restaurant first opened, the owner had sent him a VIP card loaded with a million dollars‘ credit as a favor.
He ordered two entrées and then added a chocolate truffle dessert just for her.
After the waiter served their food and left, Tyrone kindly cut Aella’s steak and switched plates with her.
When Aella didn’t say a word for a long time, Tyrone couldn’t help but ask, “So… why did you suddenly invite me to dinner?”
There was a hint of curiosity in his tone–gentle but cautious.
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Chapter 402 Debt–Free
Aella picked up her knife and fork. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat first.
Watching her take big bites, Tyrone smiled softly, his expression full of fondness.
But when Aella looked up and saw that rare smile, her chewing stopped.
In her memory, Tyrone was always cold and serious–quiet, distant, rarely smiling.
In two lifetimes, this was the first time she’d seen such a strange expression on him.
Halfway through the meal, the waiter brought the chocolate truffle.
Aella’s gaze froze on the dessert, and her appetite vanished instantly.
“I ordered this for you,” Tyrone said, pushing it toward her. “Try it.”
Aella lowered her eyes and calmly set down her utensils.
“I’m on a diet,” she said. “I have to cut down on sugar, so no desserts for me.”
As long as she remembered, she could never stomach chocolate truffles again.
No… impossible.
I’ve already tested her. She didn’t come back.
Her refusing dessert must just be a coincidence.
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