A high-end restaurant in the city center.
The decor is sophisticated and elegant, far from ordinary.
At this moment, Alexander Stuart and Tercy Mason are sitting in a window-side booth. The food was served long ago and seemed to be getting cold.
There is no hint of warmth.
However, Tercy hadn't taken a bite.
The delicacies that Alexander served on her plate were also untouched.
In such a date, the atmosphere is depressing, as if shrouded in gloom. Naturally, Alexander lost his appetite as well.
He knows that Tercy is still upset about Ruben Finnegan, but what can he do?
After all, he might not even be counted as her friend.
They have only met a few times so far.
"Doctor Stuart..."
Tercy Mason suddenly lifted her head, her eyes misty. She gave him a moderate glance, "I'm sorry, our meal today is a bit of a disaster."
"No... No, it's okay. I understand." Alexander Stuart maintained his politeness and alertness.
Does she mean to end it here now?
