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Chapter 27 Vivianne Sinclair “Are you sure you're fine?” Noah asked for the umpteenth time as he drove me home. I had bruised my elbow when I fell earlier. “Yeah, I'm fine.” I stared out through the window, my head resting on the headrest, and my cheeks burning hot with smiles as memories of earlier replayed in my head. That was one hella crazy moment. “Shall we grab lunch together?” He glanced at me, and as if my stomach was waiting for that, it grumbled loud enough for him to hear. “I guess that's a yes.” Sighs. Yeah, I'm hungry. Noah drove us to the restaurant. The most popular five-star restaurant in the city. I heard only wealthy people patronise them here. “We could've gone somewhere else. This place looks expensive.” I muttered as we stepped into the restaurant. My eyes swept around. Two chairs were arranged around each table, with white tablecloth on, and a flower vase each. What if his dad really succeeds in screwing him over? How will he survive? Ugh! I can't allow that to ha