Chapter 1081 - 505: Past Dust, Old Dreams (Second Update)

Chapter 1081: Chapter 505: Past Dust, Old Dreams (Second Update)

Lawrence Winters was so engrossed in watching, everyone in the box noticed.

Instinctively, they all looked over.

Then, Daoist Wang and Edward Foster exchanged glances.

They knew the man too; it was Isaac York, Mrs. Fang’s husband.

Mrs. Fang would go to great lengths to hire Celestial Path Sect experts to deal with "potential mistresses" like Miss Tang, yet Mr. Yu has already secretly entertained affairs outside... with women on his arms left and right...

Lawrence Winters shook his head with a sigh, "Ah, men..."

Daoist Wang deeply agreed, "Mr. Yu looks quite the gentleman, turns out it’s because he’s been through a lot and has rich experience!"

Edward Foster seized the opportunity to show loyalty: "Lawrence, not all men are like that, take me for instance, I definitely won’t do such a thing!"

"Oh, really? Would you like me to list the small celebrities you dated back in the day?" Lawrence Winters winked at him with a smile, "So let’s not discuss this topic, everyone just eat!"

Edward Foster calmly and cheerfully stated, "Those were in my young and naive days; I didn’t know what I liked, hence dating frequently... Having those experiences made me realize what I truly want and like."

"Hmm, makes sense." Lawrence Winters nodded, tearing open the disposable chopsticks package, speaking without looking up, "I feel I need more experience too, otherwise won’t know what I truly want and like."

Edward Foster: "..."

What does she mean by that?

He looked suspiciously at Lawrence Winters, was it not what he thought?

Daoist Wang had just enjoyed the drama of Mr. Yu downstairs, now indulging in the gossip between these two in the box, his little eyes occasionally glancing at them, then deliberately moving away, the gossip clearly forming in his eyes.

Lawrence Winters pretended not to notice.

As the steamed lobster was served up, she ate while observing Mr. Yu and the other woman with three children downstairs.

Judging by the children’s features, they didn’t resemble Mr. Yu much, and their attitude towards him was ordinary, thus she couldn’t determine whether they were indeed Mr. Yu’s kids.

But the woman, Lawrence Winters saw clearly.

She fell under the category of Mrs. Fang, the mother of Miss Tang, but was even more gentle and had a more outstanding figure.

Perhaps, this woman is actually Mr. Yu’s true type...

Lawrence Winters took a napkin to wipe her hands, thoughtfully contemplating.

At this moment, a woman in an oddly stylish puff-sleeved princess dress from the last century suddenly rushed in through the restaurant door.

Her hair was up, with pearl earrings dangling by her cheeks.

The following waiters chased after, saying repeatedly, "Miss! Miss! You cannot enter without a reservation! If you truly wish to have dinner here, you can queue in the lobby to await cancellations or delays of over half an hour, and we can transfer the table to you."

However, the young woman paid no heed, gesturing backward irritably, "Shut up!"

Her gaze wandered around the restaurant hall, then saw Mr. Yu’s table, her eyes lit up immediately, she ran over, grabbed a bowl of hot and sour soup, and threw it at Mr. Yu, saying tearfully, "Isaac York! I’ve been with you for over a decade! Since fourteen, I’ve followed you! How can you treat me like this? How can you treat me like this!"

Mr. Yu was shocked, unable to move for a while.

With tofu strips, shredded mushrooms, and yellow flower stalks hanging off his hair, he stared blankly at the young woman in front of him.

Because her attire and demeanor were exactly like his first love, Diana Thomas!

But how could that be?!

Mr. Yu’s adjacent woman and two children were also startled.

The woman first came to her senses, hurriedly shielding Mr. Yu, shrieking, "Who are you?! What are you trying to do?! Hurting people is illegal!"

The commotion quickly drew the attention of the entire restaurant.

Lawrence Winters and the others who had been silently watching Mr. Yu’s table from the glass box upstairs noticed too.

Daoist Wang exclaimed, uncertainly, "The young woman who ran in... is it... is it Miss Tang?"

Lawrence Winters nodded, feeling the style of Miss Tang’s skirt from the 1990s a bit of an eyesore.

Miss Tang, now immersed in old memories, wept heartbreakingly.

She clutched her chest, mournfully saying, "Isaac... Isaac... How could you do this to me? How could you do this to me? Haven’t I been good enough to you? I’ve given you everything! Haven’t I been good enough to you? I’ve been waiting for you; I’ve always been waiting for you! I’ve waited over twenty years!"