Chapter 22

　　Luke's chest hit the steering wheel hard, but he didn't feel the pain at all. Staring at the western restaurant, his eyes were a little blurred and dazed. 　　He remembered that on a certain Christmas day, Sam took him here for dinner. At that time, it was probably not long after marriage. Sam's face still kept the innocent smile that day. When speaking, she snuggled into his arms subconsciously and no matter what he eats, she will pass it to his lips. 　　Whether he likes it or not, she would put the food into his mouth, smiled and asked him, "Are you okay Luke? How's the food?" 　　"I said, what evil did you smoke?" 　　Harley’s complaint from the passenger seat awakened Luke who was immersed in his memories. He frowned in surprise. Is he crazy? What do you want that vicious woman to do? 　　Slowly, he was about to start the car, but saw a familiar figure walk into the western restaurant. Luke, who had already stepped on the accelerator, let go of his foot