Chapter 395

The face before her was all too familiar, making her hesitate before the waiter spoke up, “Would you like it with chocolate sauce or with milk?” “With milk.” “With milk.” The two of them spoke in unison. Afterwards, the man before Giselle gave a subtle smile. Deliberately forced and strikingly familiar, right down to the curvature of it. “You first.” He spoke politely, his demeanor warm and gentle. Giselle turned away, and in a short amount of time, the waiter brought over the first cup of mocha. Taking it from the waiter, Giselle walked over to a spot near the window and sat down there. Not long after, the man took a seat diagonally opposite her. Even their act of stirring their coffee in a counterclockwise direction was eerily similar. As he held up the coffee cup to take a sip, his chin tilted slightly upward. From this angle, he looked even more like the real thing. It's as if Patrick was back. This sudden realization made Giselle snap back to reality in an instant. Her gaze shifte