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    Hearing her own stomach rumble, Silver Fox felt mortified, wishing she could disappear. It was so embarrassing! She kept her head down, too embarrassed to meet Bu’s eyes, wondering if he found her behavior uncouth.


    On the battlefield, such noises were inconsequential; both men and women let bodily functions pass withoutment, while showing difort could lead to mockery. But in civilian life, especially for women, maintaining a polished image was often expected, despite Silver Fox’s distaste for these societal norms.


    Amid her difort, Bu’s chuckle broke the silence. “Hungry?” he asked.


    Hisughter, meant to lighten the mood, only irritated Silver Fox. Turning sharply, she retorted, “Yes, I’m starving! All this fuss over changing clothes and getting identity documents. Don’t you know people need to eat?”


    Bu quickly said, “Alright, it’s my fault. Just a bit longer. I’ve arranged for breakfast at the Pce Hotel. We’ll eat soon.”


    Silver Fox just pouted and looked away, hoping her stomach would quiet down.


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    Driving on, Bu stole nces at her. Her feisty nature, unchanged over the years, endeared her to him even more. He remembered the time when they were on a mission together. She had eaten too much and let out a burp. He had merely given her a mocking nce, and that alone had infuriated her. She had then spent the entire morning angrily scolding him—no curses, just a relentless stream of words that made him question his very existence.


    These memories tempted augh from him now, but he held it back, keeping a straight face.


    Silence filled the car, Silver Fox wrestling with her embarrassment and Bu struggling to contain his amusement.


    Finally, they arrived at the Pce Hotel, and both Silver Fox and Bu exhaled a sigh of relief. Silver Fox sprang from the car and strode directly to the hotel’s restaurant, not waiting for Bu, who parked swiftly and hurried after her.


    The restaurant offered a buffet breakfast. Upon entering, Silver Fox ignored the waitress, quickly grabbed a te, and began loading it with food before sitting down to eat. The waitress, recognizing her as a hotel guest, hesitated but then approached to remind her, “Miss Swain, the payment hasn’t been made yet.”


    Without pausing her meal, Silver Fox gestured towards Bu and said, “He’ll pay.”


    The waitress turned to see Bu entering the restaurant. The Pce Hotel was under the Daniels Group, and Bu was a regr patron, well-known to the hotel staff. Seeing Silver Fox point at Bu, the waitress couldn’t believe it, as Bu had never treated a woman to a meal here before.


    The waitress was about to verify Silver Fox’s im when Bu gestured for her attention. Approaching respectfully, the waitress greeted him, “Mr. Hoffman.”


    Bu nodded and handed her a card. “I’ll pay for two, please—my wife and me.”


    Stunned, the waitress repeated, “Your wife, Miss Swain?”


    News of Bu’s marriage was unheard of, leaving the waitress momentarily baffled.


    “Yes, she’s my wife,” Bu confirmed with a smile.


    It took the waitress a long while to process this before she quickly took Bu’s card, processed the payment, and returned the card with a respectful nod.


    After paying, Bu joined Silver Fox, picking a modest amount of food for himself. By then, Silver Fox had already finished her first te and started on his.


    Bu, amused and affectionate, got up to fetch more food. Returning, he asked yfully, “Is that enough, or should I get more?”


    Still miffed, Silver Fox shot him a re. “What do you take me for? A pig?” she snapped


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