To Be Yours Again By Taylor

Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Her Family’s Restaurant

They left the hospital together. Since Morgan was driving. Jenny waited for her to pick her up from the lobby. Soon, a Ferrari sports car sporting a checker pattern coating pulled up in front of her. At the sight, Jenny had an inkling that her assistant was rather rich,

As she entered the car, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“If you’re so rich, why would you choose to be a doctor? Don’t you know how difficult this job is?”

“Since I’m rich, shouldn’t I choose to do something more meaningful?” Morgan replied. It was the same answer she would give her family when they asked her that question. Jenny stopped laughing as her words seemed to make sense.

They soon arrived at the best shopping mall in Parrington and got out of the car.

Holding Jenny’s arm, Morgan said, “Dr. Walter, let’s grab a meal first.”

“Okay.” Jenny nodded and said, “You can call me Jenny outside the hospital.”

Morgan covered her mouth in joy. “You finally told me your first name. Does this mean we’re friends?”

“Well, you never asked. Did you?”

While Jenny didn’t mind people knowing her first name, she wouldn’t go out of her way to announce it if no one asked.

Scratching the back of her head, Morgan answered with a giggle, “I was too afraid to ask.”

Although she was Jenny’s assistant, they weren’t particularly close. She dared not ask any hasty

questions for fear of infuriating her.

“Am I that scary?” Jenny always thought that she was a gentle person. She never imagined that a person would be afraid of her.

Morgan nodded at first, but she caught herself and quickly shook her head and said, “No, it’s me who’s timid.”

Jenny smiled and dropped the topic. “What do you want to eat?”

“The Crispy Buns! This restaurant is amazing. You need to try this place, Jenny!”

Jenny didn’t reject her suggestion. Although she had eaten there recently, the food was excellent, so she had no qualms about eating there another time.

As they approached the store, they saw a long queue. Just as Jenny thought they would need to wait for a long time, Morgan led her into the restaurant. The waiter at the door even greeted her.

“Is this your family’s restaurant?” Jenny asked in surprise.

“Well, my parents started as a catering business. The Crispy Buns is the first restaurant they launched,” Morgan explained. She produced a card from her bag and handed it to Jenny. “This diamond card allows you to skip the queue every time you visit.”

When Jenny didn’t reach out to accept it, Morgan hurriedly explained, “Don’t worry, there’s no credit in it.”

“Okay.” Finally, Jenny reached out to accept it.

“Miss Golding, there are customers in your usual seat. I-”

The waiter appeared a little distressed, as they hadn’t expected Morgan to visit.

However, Morgan didn’t mind. “It’s alright. We can just sit anywhere.”

While she preferred the seat by the window, she wouldn’t die if she didn’t sit there. After all, customers were patrons of her family business. There was no way she would make a big fuss just because of a seat.

With that, the waiter led the two of them to another table. Given the noise that filled the venue, the business was doing rather well.

“There are no private booths available, Jenny. I hope you don’t mind. I’ll book in advance next time.” Morgan was a little embarrassed. Although her family owned the place, she still needed to book in advance to reserve a private spot.

Jenny shook her head, not minding the seat they were in. “Hey, you bringing me here is good enough. The last time I came here, I had to wait more than an hour.

That was also the reason she was fuming when Stephanie stood her up.

“Well, you won’t need to wait anymore,” Morgan said, giggling, then she handed the menu to her.

Right after she told Jenny to order as she pleased, Morgan spotted a familiar figure sitting in her usual

spot.

“Mr. Faust?” Morgan yelped in surprise. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

At the sound of his name, Jenny turned to look in the direction of Morgan’s gaze, just in time to see Alec serving Yvonne some food.