Ambrose and Nova got down from the car and made their way into the restaurant. It was a cosier restaurant than the one they went to the other day. Ambrose had already made reservations for them at the restaurant. Immediately he entered, the waiter approached him and ushered them to a table that was inconspicuously located from the view of other diners and dimly lit.
They took their seats while the waiter asked for what they were going to order and they told him, then he left.
" Nova, " Ambrose called and she looked straight at his face. " I love you and I would want you to be my woman. "
" Am I not your woman already? " Nova raised a brow. She was starting to want all of this to end already but for the few hours she had been with Ambrose. He doesn't seem like a bad person, well, not anymore. He seemed not to be aware of his mother and Adriana's schemes. Such a pity!
