Alice Conley felt that this situation was quite tangled, but ultimately, it was because she had been too harsh before, right?
Her silence made him completely tense, even his nerves tightened.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed sharply, and his face grew paler and paler, "Alice, please wait here for me for a moment, I need to go to the restroom."
"Huh?" Alice was stunned for a moment, but before she could answer, he hurriedly stood up and headed toward the restroom of the restaurant.
Not until he passed the corner, avoiding Alice Conley's gaze, did Dorian Howards seem to lose strength, leaning against the wall.
A sharp pain radiated through his stomach area; he was somewhat intolerant of such spicy food. Coupled with the tension just now, it became like this—truly…embarrassing. Dorian smiled bitterly, just hoping the pain would quickly subside.
"Sir, are you alright?" A passing waiter saw him and quickly approached to ask.
