  Sweet Lunch
  &quot;LOOK, PETER IS inside, and I m sure he s waiting for me!&quot;
  I caught the storm in his gaze after hearing my protest. He tightened his grip on me, and for a split second, he took me inside his car. Lawrence quickly attached me to the seatbelt so I could do nothing but fold my seat and look straight at the road. He also quickly turns to get on and drive the vehicle away from the restaurant.
  I was under his control. I could do nothing but join him. After all, I was also guilty of why I was stuck in this situation.
  After a long dying moment, I felt slowing down. I finally realized where he had taken me.
  &quot;This bridge . . .&quot; I simply whispered to him.
  He parked his car on the side of the road. From here I can see the vast park where there are only a few people.
  &quot;What are we doing here?&quot; I asked him while full of wonder.
  Instead of answ

  Sweet lunch 2.0
  &quot;IS THERE A problem?&quot;
  He glanced at me for a moment before speaking. &quot;Dad asked me a favor.&quot; He did not continue what he had to say because his jaws tightened first.
  &quot;It s okay, I understand.&quot; I draw a frugal smile on what I said after I caressed his arm.
  Again he sighed heavily. He took a few more minutes before we reached our house. I stayed in the car for a few more minutes because I didn t want to end the night like this.
  I looked down at the ring I was wearing. I even slightly caressed it and once again marveled at its quality and beauty. My heart turned into a sunburned red. I never thought I would wear it a second time.
  &quot;It looks more beautiful when you wear it,&quot; Lawrence muttered.
  I was overwhelmed, my heart pounding even more as I watched him closes the gap between us. &quot;Thanks for the ride. I-I better g

  Night Sky
  THEN HIS HAND moved to my hair and slowly caressed it gently. &quot;I m sorry about last time. I was so drunk, I didn t know what I was doing,&quot; he muttered closely.
  I shook my head and tried to paint a smile. &quot;It s okay. I shouldn t have done that to you either.&quot;
  &quot;No, you were just true to yourself, Margaux,&quot; he utters softly at me.
  I just nodded until silence suppressed us.
  Then Peter breaks his silence. &quot;Hmm, if you re free tonight, can I invite you to dinner?&quot;
  I raised my head with a twinkle in my eyes. Lawrence also invited me on a date tonight . . . D*mn it!
  Perhaps he noticed my silence, so he spoke again. &quot;If you have any important things to do tonight, you can—&quot;
  &quot;No! I mean, yes! I m free for tonight,&quot; I cut him off.
  His face immediately brightened. I think this is the possible way to make it up 

Sweet Lunch
  &quot;LOOK, PETER IS inside, and I m sure he s waiting for me!&quot;
  I caught the storm in his gaze after hearing my protest. He tightened his grip on me, and for a split second, he took me inside his car. Lawrence quickly attached me to the seatbelt so I could do nothing but fold my seat and look straight at the road. He also quickly turns to get on and drive the vehicle away from the restaurant.
  I was under his control. I could do nothing but join him. After all, I was also guilty of why I was stuck in this situation.
  After a long dying moment, I felt slowing down. I finally realized where he had taken me.
  &quot;This bridge . . .&quot; I simply whispered to him.
  He parked his car on the side of the road. From here I can see the vast park where there are only a few people.
  &quot;What are we doing here?&quot; I asked him while full of wonder.
  Instead of answering, he turned off the engine of his car and got off. He quickly opened the door for me and 

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