[OUTSIDE WESTCOURT ROOM]
After Emma finished her dinner, they walked back to the restaurant. Daniel’s car was still parked outside.
“Why didn’t you bring your car earlier?” Emma complained as she rubbed her bloated belly. They had to walk all the way back to fetch his car as soon as she finished eating.
“Well, maybe I would have if someone wasn’t running away like a tiny mouse,” Daniel remarked.
“A mouse?” she frowned. “From which angle do I look like a mouse to you?”
He chuckled and patted her head. “When you ran away from me that time, you looked like a tiny cute mouse on fire.”
She rolled her eyes at him and was about to say something when someone interrupted her.
“Daniel—” Katherine waved at him.
Emma raised her eyebrows when she saw her coming toward them. She then looked at Daniel. “Seems like your date is not over yet.”
