That evening, at the Empress Hotel.
Aiden and Deborah sat across from each other at a small table in a private room, with Silvertown's bustling night scene visible through a small window, and the room lit not by gas lamps but by fragrant candles, their scent wafting through the air.
In Aiden's own assessment, the place had quite the atmosphere of a matchmaking session. Naturally, Deborah had reserved the private room right from the start.
As soon as Aiden finished work that day, he met up with Deborah, who had been waiting outside the prison to invite him to dinner.
"Last time I went overboard with the opulence, so this time I've chosen a more affordable restaurant. Please, allow me this opportunity to treat you," Deborah said, her hands intertwined and propped under her chin as she gazed at Aiden with shining eyes, "Mr. Aiden can treat me in return another time."
