CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 1799

Wilfred’s gaze swept over her without a word, and Karina climbed into the car on her own.

When choosing her seat, she instinctively moved toward the back, but before she could get in, Wilfred spoke, “Sit in the front. It’s more convenient.”

Karina hesitated briefly. Not wanting to appear overly particular, she complied and took the passenger seat.

Although there was a saying that the front seat was reserved for a girlfriend, Wilfred didn’t strike her as someone who cared about such details. She decided to pretend she didn’t know.

After buckling her seatbelt, a phone suddenly appeared in front of her. She looked up, her face full of confusion and surprise.

Wilfred glanced sideways at her, one hand on the steering wheel, the car still stationary. “I haven’t decided on a restaurant yet. I’ll be driving soon. You pick something.”

Karina took the phone.

As Wilfred drove, she scrolled through the options, narrowing it down to three restaurants. But her mild indecisiveness left her stuck on a final choice.

Biting her lip, she asked, “Do you prefer steak, grilled tilapia, or barbecued ribs?”

The three options all had great reviews. She wasn’t too picky about food herself. Anything reasonably edible worked as long as it wasn’t outright terrible.

Wilfred didn’t even look over. “Ribs are out—too fatty. Grilled tilapia is often raised in less-than-ideal conditions. Neither is a great choice.”

Classic Wilfred—ever the meticulous doctor, even when it came to dining.

Karina mentally chastised herself for not considering this. Hesitant, she suggested, “How about steak, then?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Wilfred replied after a pause.

She wondered briefly what had occupied his mind during that silence but decided not to ask. If he had proposed something else, she would have been crushed after all the effort she put into choosing.

Though she didn’t drink, she thought a nice bottle of wine could make a thoughtful gift for networking or future opportunities, like when approaching potential graduate advisors.

But concerned about the price, she asked the server, “How much is your wine?”

The server smiled and quoted a price in the high hundreds.

Karina immediately abandoned the idea. She could maybe stretch her budget for a few dozen dollars, but hundreds? No way. “No, thank you. We’ll be driving later, so no wine for us.”

The server’s disappointment was evident, and they began collecting the menus to head to the kitchen when Wilfred’s calm voice interrupted.

“We’ll take a bottle.”

The server's smile widened with delight. This would definitely boost her sales for the day!