A demure and good-looking young lady was standing by the kitchen door. She was dressed in a violet floral dress and had long, silky brown hair. She had some baby fat on her face, making her a little cute.
However, Mag did not have much of an impression on her. She was just a lady named Cynthia who liked eating red braised pork from him. She would come to the restaurant once a week and other than that, there was nothing memorable about her.
Therefore…
Mag was stunned when she suddenly asked, "Are you not intending to marry me anymore?"
When did he ever promise her that?
Cynthia looked at Mag and felt gazes watching her. Suddenly, she came back to her senses and her face flushed red. She buried her face in her hands and slowly lowered her head.
"Oh no… this isn't a dream!
"I shouldn't have gone straight out to eat after rushing out my draft overnight… I'm not in the right mind. I'm still stuck in the drama's plot…