Terence took Jean to a restaurant in the center of H City. On the way there, she had kept talking about the details of the wedding package. He, on the other hand, ignored her.

They had just sat down to order when Terence received a call from the company. "I'm sorry, I have to get this. It's work," he told Jean.

"It doesn't matter. Just answer it," she replied, wanting to be considerate.

He excused himself and went outside to answer the call. Jean, now left alone and feeling bored, rested her chin on her palms and looked around the restaurant. Suddenly, she saw someone that she had not been expecting. George was in the same restaurant.

He had won a bet and was in an excellent mood. At the moment, he was getting ready to meet a group of people for dinner and was looking high-spirited.

As if on instinct, Jean lowered her head. She didn't want Geor

lared. "I'd like to see what makes Terence so different that you can't just up and leave him."

"That's not it! George, you..."

"Jean?" Before she could finish what she was saying, Terence had reached the table. He was now standing in front of her and George. He frowned slightly at the sight of George occupying his seat.

Even before reaching them, he had already seen that Jean was sitting and talking to this man. The anxiety on her face had not escaped his attention as well. His intuition told him that this was no ordinary man.

It was curiosity that had led him to walk up to them.

Like a child who had done something wrong, Jean awkwardly jumped to her feet.

She had no idea how to introduce George.

"Who is this?" Terence asked. He didn't want to miss this rare opportunity. He carefully studied George, looked him up and down, and smiled.

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