Looking at the familiar signboard, Camila Walker stood at the restaurant doorway, feeling emotional.
Ever since Clayton Howard was gone, she had never visited this restaurant again.
Here was filled with memories between her and him, and she didn't know if it was fate's arrangement, having not visited this restaurant for years, yet today she came here to meet a stranger.
Taking a deep breath, Camila Walker put away her thoughts and stepped towards the grand entrance of the restaurant.
Everything here was the same as it was four years ago, the only thing that had changed was the patrons seated at each table—it was now impossible for the man waiting for her inside to be Clayton Howard...
She arrived at the private room door entrance specified by the other party and glanced at the ladies wristwatch on her left wrist. She was ten minutes early for the appointment.
She pushed open the private room door to find it empty.
