Outside the Bailey’s Bistro, Percy arrived at the restaurant in a foul mood.
Just as he was about to push open the door, his eyes landed on a familiar figure through the glass.
Stellar sat by the window, quietly enjoying her meal, a light, unrestrained happiness dancing across her features.
For a moment, Percy froze.
He remembered this place—the flavors of its dishes.
Stellar had always loved coming here.
But he had dismissed it as low-class, unworthy of her, and forbade her from eating here.
Yet because of her love for Southport cuisine, she learned to cook it herself over time
And in doing so, she had spoiled him too.
Now, without her meals, nothing else satisfied his palate.
That was why he thought of coming here today.
But he hadn't expected to see this.
Stellar sitting inside, enjoying her meal with another man.
A tall, strikingly handsome man.
An unfamiliar sense of irritation coiled in Percy’s chest, sharp and suffocating.
He hesitated, a sudden wave of unease washing over him.
