“Mr. Bennett Thompson seems so cold,” Rachel whispered. “I was almost too scared to breathe when he was sitting here.”
“Don’t mind him. He’s just a bit repressed,” Thomas joked with a wink.
“Why did he leave so suddenly? I hope we didn’t say something wrong,” Rachel fretted.
“It’s his rare day off. He probably went to see his girlfriend,” Thomas explained. “But don’t worry, this meal is still on his tab. Order whatever you want—the more expensive, the better. Don’t hold back.”
“We have more than enough food. Anything more would be a waste,” Rachel said, then her expression turned gossipy. “I heard Mr. Bennett Thompson’s girlfriend is the heiress of the Walker family.”
“Your sources are pretty good,” Thomas replied, indirectly confirming it.
“Well, that’s a perfect match,” Rachel sighed.
Yvonne remained silent, picking at her food without much appetite. After a few bites, she set down her fork.
“You’re not eating much. Is the food not to your liking?” Thomas asked, his concerned gaze on her.
“No, it’s delicious. I’m just full,” Yvonne said. She dabbed her lips with a napkin and stood up. “Thank you for the wonderful meal. I’m a bit tired, so I’m going to head back to the base now.”


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