The man was stunned to hear Marion's words. A moment later, his expression became more relaxed, and his lips smiled.
"Apparently you're not just anyone ... There aren't many people who know me that well," he commented. "Who are you?"
"You won't know me, Boy," Marion said, smiling faintly. Mischa stared at the woman for a long time and finally, he nodded.
"You must be a lot older than me. Then I must show my respects," he said later, bowing his head slightly.
"Ah ... you have good manners." Marion nodded while smiling back. "You can call me Auntie."
The waiter she called to bring a bottle of red wine had come and stood beside their table respectfully. After Marion gave the signal, he then poured red wine into the glass of the two guests.
"Cheers!" Marion raised her glass and clinked it to Mischa's. "Everyone needs to experience a broken heart so that they can appreciate love more."
