Chapter 227 Love Hidden in Details
Maggie looked up and saw Fiorello standing behind her, hands on the sofa, a hint of a smile on his lips.
Maggie quickly composed herself and asked, "Are you done with your work so soon?"
Fiorello sat down beside her and said, "I've delegated the remaining tasks to other colleagues. I can't have you waiting around all the time; you might start overthinking things."
In such a splendid club, there might be other special services available, and Laura was recently involved in one of them.
Even if Maggie hadn't experienced it firsthand, she knew about it.
The words Laura had just spoken were difficult for her to accept. She knew Laura, and in such a place, mentioning something about an oil tycoon from Houston easily led to other thoughts.
Did she ever work in that line of business before?
She felt it was impossible. Even if she were destitute, she wouldn't resort to that.
Maggie forced a smile and asked, "Do you often come to places like this for socializing?"
"I can't lie about this," Fiorello said sincerely, "I do come often, but I assure you, I would never do anything to betray your trust. You can monitor me anytime."
This remark amused Maggie. "I believe you."
No one could trust a man who had experienced both life and death with her.
Fiorello rescued her from the Enchanted Mountain.
Otherwise, she would have died in that car accident.
Fiorello took Maggie's hand, his eyes shimmering slightly. "You're so cold."
With that, he draped his coat over her. "You've just been discharged from the hospital. You can't afford to catch a cold again. Let's go. We'll head home together."
"Okay." Maggie appreciated his tenderness and felt warm inside.
She often thought she was lucky to have met a man as good as Fiorello.
Fiorello held her hand as they left the Happy Pub. William Harrison had already received the message and parked Fiorello's Chevrolet at Park Haven Plaza.
Fiorello said to Maggie, "Wait at the entrance; I'll bring the car over."
"Okay." Maggie stood in place, waiting.
Fiorello went to the parking lot to drive, while William stood by the car and said, "Mr. Flores."
Fiorello reached out and said, "The car keys."
William quickly handed over the keys, and Fiorello said, "You stay here. Later, you'll drive Mr. Robinson back and take good care of him."
William replied, "Rest assured, Mr. Flores, I'll handle it."
Fiorello got into the car, started it, and drove to the entrance to pick up Maggie.
Instead of taking Maggie straight home, he went to a restaurant near their place.
"Having a bowl of soup to warm up the stomach will make it easier to fall asleep when we get back."
Maggie hadn't actually had dinner, and she was indeed feeling a bit hungry.
The two entered the restaurant; Fiorello ordered two steaks and a corn chowder.
Glancing around the empty restaurant, Maggie remarked, "This place used to be very popular."
Fiorello arranged the plates and handed one to Maggie. "The past two years have been tough, with global economic instability affecting domestic businesses. Many physical stores have closed down, especially in the food and beverage industry."
Maggie didn't understand the international economy, but she knew about the fluctuations in the prices of some daily necessities related to life.
Indeed, this year has seen a rapid increase in the cost of certain meats, and the price of oil has risen significantly. If this continues, we won't be able to afford to drive anymore. Now that we've totaled the previous car, I'm actually grateful for the gas savings. "
Fiorello laughed and lightly flicked her forehead with his index finger. "Maggie, you stayed in the hospital for two months, and you're thinking about saving money on gas but not about the suffering your body went through."
While talking, Fiorello put his steak on her plate.
Maggie smiled, feeling touched by her heart. Loving someone is all about the details.
The better Fiorello treated her, the more uneasy she felt inside.
Maggie took a sip of corn chowder and casually said, "They say the honeymoon period of marriage is only a year. It gets boring after two years. Having a child can last up to seven years, but for us..."
He suddenly held her hand, his deep eyes staring at her, and said in a deep voice, "You can't lack confidence like this."
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