Chapter 282 Dinner Tonight

"Why don't we get into the car first?" Alex suggested. Irene nodded. Alex politely opened the car door for her. Inside the sleek Porsche, the cabin felt spacious and upscale. Irene sat stiffly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. Alex looked over at her, and the longer he stared, the more vividly he remembered the moment she'd saved his life back then. His heart softened. "Have you eaten?" he asked gently. She looked at him. "Didn't we just have a meal together?" He coughed, a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I just thought maybe you didn't eat enough." Seeing his awkward expression, she couldn't help but find him endearing. She'd always assumed that guys from powerful families were arrogant and self-centered, but he felt just like any ordinary, earnest man. "I wanted to help you that day. It was my choice. You don't owe me anything," she said patiently. "You don't have to keep trying to repay me. Anyway, I should get to work now," she added. She reached for the door