Ingrid frowned slightly. She said, "Mr. Quentin, you went to the wrong one. I reserved this room."
Orville paused. Looking at Ingrid, he felt a little dazed.
He didn't know what he was doing here.
Ingrid was sitting at the dining table with her hands folded around her chest. Looking at the disgust in her eyes, Orville felt a little bitter.
He remembered this restaurant. In the first year of their marriage, he had brought Ingrid here several times.
Although Ingrid didn't say it, Orville vaguely remembered Ingrid liked the dishes of this restaurant.
Especially when he met her here today, he was surer he remembered it correctly.
Ingrid liked to eat here!
He swallowed. His mind was overwhelmed with those memories when Ingrid looked at him sweetly with love in her eyes.
But now, Ingrid
