HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 85: Keep A Low Profile

“Okay.” The waiter took the order and smiled, “Miss, the dishes you ordered are the specialities in our restaurant. Have you been here before, miss?” “I came here once about seven years ago,” Estelle answered. The waiter said, “I see. Ladies, please wait a moment. The dishes will be served soon.” “Okay. Thank you.” After the waiter left, Rebecca lowered her voice and asked, “Estelle, you came here for dinner seven years ago? Did you come with your parents?” Estelle paused and lowered her head, saying, “No, I came here with Cristofer.” “Well...” Rebecca, who knew she had touched Estelle’s sore spot, immediately covered her mouth, feeling awkward. Seeing her reaction, Estelle smiled and said casually, “It’s okay. It’s all in the past.” “Forget about the past, and you deserve a better man,” Rebecca hurriedly said. "Estelle, do you remember Ingemar? He always asks me about you. I can see that he has a crush on you. Although he is not as rich as Cristofer, he is quite a good person. Most importantly, he cares about you very much. He asked me what you liked to eat the last time we met. I guess he is going to court you.” Estelle hurriedly waved her hand and said, “No, no, no. Rebecca, I’m already a mother of two children. You’d better persuade him to give up the thought of courting me.” Rebecca was shocked. “You have two children?” “Yes, I have a five-year-old son. He’s in Ameris. If Cristofer hadn’t taken away my daughter, I would have taken my daughter to Ameris to reunite with him,” Estelle said. “Is Cristofer your son’s father?” Rebecca asked. “Yes,” Estelle nodded gently. Rebecca smacked her hand down on the table and said indignantly, “Damn it! You risked your life and gave birth to two children for him, but he cheated on you! If I were lightning, I would hit him and split him into halves! That idiot!” Estelle chuckled and said, “All right. Miss. Lightning, let’s enjoy our dinner and not talk about it. Look at the fish here. How beautiful they are!”

Hearing this, Rebecca looked around and found that the decoration of this restaurant was extravagant. Sitting in the transparent tunnel, she could see all kinds of beautiful fish and felt as if she was in the sea. “Estelle,” Rebecca said with a sincere look. “There is a saying that the fastest way to get over a relationship is to start a new relationship. You know what I’m saying, right?” Estelle certainly understood what she meant. Then she remembered that she also said the same words to Mr. Mysterious before. Just as she thought of Mr. Mysterious, she received a message from him. ‘I will have dinner alone again, right?’ It was not until then that Estelle remembered that she didn’t tell Mr. Mysterious that she would have dinner with Rebecca tonight. Then she texted him quickly. ‘I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot to tell you that I would eat outside. I promised Rebecca to invite her to dinner before. Do you need me to go back to the hotel now?’ ‘No. Enjoy your dinner. I just feel lonely without you.’ Mr. Mysterious replied to her. When Estelle saw the last sentence, her heart skipped a beat. ‘The driver is waiting outside the restaurant. Come back directly after dinner, okay?’ Mr. Mysterious’ message came again. ‘Got it.’ After replying to the message, Estelle put away her phone and sighed. ‘Whether Mr. Mysterious treats me as a substitute or he has fallen in love with me, he is so good to me that I can never repay the debt I owe him.’ Sometimes she thought that the two of them were fellow sufferers in love and it might be good if they were together. But she was afraid that one day she would be abandoned again. She didn’t want to suffer the pain of being abandoned a second time. What’s more, she didn’t know how long she could be with Mr. Mysterious. She had cancer and couldn’t live long. Perhaps they could grow old together, and perhaps she would die the next

second. “Estelle, why are you absent-minded again? Don’t think about your work since you are off duty. You can think about starting a new relationship,” Rebecca said smilingly. Estelle shook her head and said, “No, Rebecca. I’m really not in the mood to start a new relationship now. I just want to work hard, become a regular employee, and earn money so that I can get custody of my daughter as soon as possible. I can’t rest assured to let her be with Cristofer and Gretchen.” Hearing this, Rebecca frowned and said, “You’re right. But Gretchen can’t have a child anymore. Maybe she will be good to your daughter, won’t she?” Estelle shook her head. ‘A leopard cannot change its spots. Gretchen even killed Cristofer’ parents and Mrs. Moorsum. It’s hard to say what she will do to Yvonne.’ Fortunately, Cristofer wasn’t that stupid. He sent Yvonne to the Hans’ Residence and asked a reliable butler to take care of her. If he really let Gretchen stay with Yvonne, the consequences would be too ghastly to contemplate. Estelle couldn’t help but shiver and dared not think more. Soon, the waiter served them the dishes and said, “Enjoy the dinner, ladies.” “Thank you.” “A guest ordered the same dishes when he saw yours. Miss, you are really a gourmet,” the waiter said. Hearing him praise Estelle, Rebecca was happy, and she said, “My friend is the best! She can do everything well!” “Yes, she’s awesome,” the waiter chuckled and said. Estelle suddenly remembered how Rebecca described her to Jeremy and felt a little embarrassed. “Rebecca, keep a low profile,” she hurriedly said. “Why should I keep a low profile? You are awesome, Estelle. I’m proud of you. I believe in you, and you should also believe in yourself. You are unique and the most beautiful in the world!” Rebecca said happily. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing her like this, Estelle was amused by her and felt much relieved. After dinner, Rebecca drove away and went to a party while Estelle went back to the Grand Hotel of Hadale City. When Estelle walked toward Mr. Mysterious’ car, someone pulled her violently, and she almost cried in pain. “Estelle, whose car is it?” A cold voice came from beside her. Estelle gently caressed the incision and gasped in pain, feeling a sudden surge of anger and saying, “Mr. Hans, when did you become a stalker?” ‘It turns out that the guest who ordered the same dishes as me was him. Has he been watching me since I came here? It’s rare for him to control his temper for a long time,’ she thought.