However, beneath that tone, his eyes held something sharper... a quiet warning directed at Angie.
'Don't interfere.'
Angie caught that look. A faint chuckle escaped his lips, low and knowing.
"If that's the case," he replied lazily, "then I won't disturb you… for now."
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Once they left, the cool evening air greeted them, carrying the faint scent of distant street food. Instead of heading straight home, Louis drove toward a restaurant.
As the dishes arrived one by one, Olivia's eyes slowly widened.
There was no cilantro. Not even a trace.
Her gaze shifted to the soup, filled generously with mushrooms. Her favorite.
A subtle warmth spread through her chest.
'He remembered… everything,' she thought, her fingers lightly brushing against the edge of the table.
She looked at Louis, who was pretending to be completely normal, though the slight stiffness in his posture betrayed him.
A small, genuine smile curved on her lips.
"Thank you," she said softly.
