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    “Huh?” Jessica felt like she was stuck in some strange dream.


    Even Jack and his group were baffled.


    Jack stared at Melvin’s back, muttering under his breath, “You think her dad’s the kind of guy you take to some random cheap ce?”


    “Amara Kitchen is cheap,” Melvin replied casually as he came to a stop.


    Everyone froze on the spot.


    Jack hesitated. “What did he say?”


    “Amara Kitchen.”


    “The one that only seats three tables a day?”


    “Yeah. People are dying to get in, but not just anyone can score a reservation.”


    “Anyone who eats there must be someone really important.”


    Just hearing the name was enough to leave the whole group speechless.


    Someone turned to Jack and asked instinctively, “Jack, who exactly is this guy?”


    “No clue,” Jack muttered, lips pressed into a tight line. A vague sense of unease settled over him. “You don’t just walk into a ce like Amara Kitchen. He’s probably bluffing.”


    But Melvin didn’t spare them a nce. He simply took Jessica’s hand and slid into the car with her.


    Jessica hesitated slightly. “Melvin.”


    “Hmm?”


    “I told my dad to head back,” she said, having just unblocked her father and sent him a message. “You don’t have to treat my family to dinner.”


    “It’s better to do it at least once,” Melvin replied evenly. “You’re living with me now. They might be worried. If they meet me and see that I’m reliable, it’ll put their minds at ease.”


    Jessica went quiet for a moment. She had a bad feeling that if that dinner ever actually happened, things might get way out of hand.


    “No need,” she said again, firmer this time.


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    “Really?” Melvin asked, his tone easy. He never pushed.


    “Yeah.” Jessica nodded, her voice a little conflicted. “It’s not like you’re marrying me. A formal dinner doesn’t feel right.”


    Melvin gave it a thought and replied, “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”


    Jessica stared at him, momentarily speechless. Couldn’t he have at least protested a little? Said something about maybe marrying her?


    “My shopping bags are still in that car over there…” she murmured as he started the engine, her lips lightly pressed together. “That car… I rented it.”


    “Where’d you rent it?” Melvin asked. “I’ll have someone take care of it.”


    Jessica didn’t say anything.


    Melvin nced over and asked gently, “What’s wrong?”


    “I already messaged someone to deal with it,” Jessica answered, quicklying up with an excuse. “Just help me get the stuff out. You don’t need to worry about the rest.”<fn4efa> Latest content published on find(?)ovel</fn4efa>


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