Tilly Flower raised her head slightly with a charming light laugh, "Okay, okay, busy man, go back, I'll eat a bit more." She hadn't finished her lunch and gestured to Trenton Smith with her knife and fork.
Trenton Smith looked at her, nodded, and turned to leave.
Tilly Flower took a sip of red wine and then lowered her head to continue with her steak.
About ten minutes later, she called someone over to pay the bill.
"This lady, your bill has already been covered by someone else," the waiter politely told her.
"Oh?" Tilly Flower raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised. When had Trenton Smith become such a gentleman?
She nodded, picked up her sunglasses from the left, put them on, and glanced at the time, it was already three o'clock, with a four o'clock flight,
she had to catch a taxi back now.
She picked up her bag, turned, and was about to leave.
If a hand could be the postcard of a person's face, then this hand was definitely up to the mark…
