When You Were Younger

They all knew how much Jefferson had wanted to marry Adrienne since the beginning. After more than a decade of hard work, he had finally gotten the girl he had been waiting for. How could he possibly let her go so easily? However, Jefferson was too egoistic. Although he was unwilling to admit defeat on the surface, he felt very regretful on the inside. As they were chatting, the door of the private room opened again, and the two of them stepped in, hand in hand. It was as if their earlier argument had just been an illusion. Their friends were shocked at this sight. "Jefferson, Adrienne... You guys..." Jefferson returned to his seat in a good mood, while Adrienne quickly served him a bowl of soup. "Mr. Hefner, this hot and delicious soup was cooked by Freya. You can have two bowls of it to nourish your body." Jefferson took the bowl over with a smile and said, "Okay." Adrienne watched with a smile as he drank the soup. Then, she asked gently, "How does it taste? Do you want another bowl