Will You Marry Me, Again

Chapter 253 Cannot Let Cedric Find Out

“Okay,” Buck sent the WhatsApp message and put away his phone, watching Maia and Nigel walk side by side. Buck rubbed his head, muttering to himself, “If Mr. Cedric sees this, it would be catastrophic... | cannot let Mr. Cedric find out.”

Once Buck confirmed that Maia didn’t need him, he headed towards the ground parking lot and drove away.

Meanwhile, Maia successfully found the open-air cafe where Errol and Elena were. “Alright, my guardian duties are done. Go ahead and join them,” Nigel said.

Errol and Elena inside the stall noticed him.

Errol walked out, smiling and gesturing, “Nigel, are you with Maia?”

Nigel couldn’t understand Errol’s gestures and looked a bit confused. Realizing this, Errol quickly took out his phone, typed a message, and handed it to Nigel.

“| happened to have something to deal with on this side of the university town, and | coincidentally ran into Maia. So, | brought her here,” Nigel replied to Errol’s inquiry.

“Are you done with your business?” Errol asked.

Nigel nodded, “Just finished.”

“Perfect timing! Join us for a meal! It’s more fun to have supper together!”

Elena also approached and made a “please” gesture, indicating for Nigel to stay and eat with them.

“I'll treat you this time, Nigel,” Errol insisted.

Nigel shook his head. Then, everyone sat down together. Feeling quite hungry, Maia just sat down when a sizzling plate was placed in front of her, emitting a delicious aroma.

“Today's ‘The Quest live broadcast has probably been going on for several hours. Maia must be hungry,” Nigel said as he picked up his chopsticks and started adding food to Maia’s bowl.

Seeing this, Elena was initially stunned, then glanced at Errol when she lowered her head to eat. Errol responded with a smile, and this smile carried a deeper meaning. Maia felt a bit overwhelmed by Nigel’s actions.

“Nigel, you've had a busy day, too. Eat more yourself. I’m not hungry. | can’t finish so much food anyway,” she said, trying to stop Nigel from continuing to serve her.

Nigel then stopped adding food to Maia’s bowl. 13 +15 BONUS

“Then you should eat more tonight. You eat too little, and you seem to have lost more weight than when | last saw you,” Nigel remarked.

“Do you really think so?” Maia smiled awkwardly. Nigel nodded solemnly in response, “Yes, you must eat more.”

Errol also nodded in agreement, putting down his chopsticks and gesturing, “Exactly, Nigel is right. Sis, you should follow Nigel’s advice and eat a bit more. Look at Nigel’s expression, you've lost weight, and it seems to hurt him!”

Watching Errol’s gestures and words, Maia picked up her fork, pretending to hit him. Elena immediately gestured, “Sis! Don’t hit me! It will hurt!”

“Really? Feeling hurt?” Maia looked at Elena, who seemed genuinely concerned, and quickly stopped her playful act. Elena blushed.

Nigel, on the other hand, was completely confused. As a seasoned lawyer, it was the first time he struggled with sign language. He had missed the content of Errol and Elena’s gestures, so he could only make a rough guess based on Maia’s reactions and words.

Suddenly, the conversation from the adjacent table caught their attention. “Ah, the

poor couple who owns Au Revoir. | heard they’re preparing to sue that man who’s addicted to gambling and caused their daughter's death. It’s about making that scum pay what he did!”

for

“Yeah, although that's true, the person is already gone... sigh. Before, | used to go to the restaurant owned by the old couple frequently. | often saw her helping out after her classes. She was quite beautiful, a graduate from a small county, not easy. But now, who dares to eat at

their restaurant?”

“| occasionally order take outs. The food at their restaurant is quite good, but it’s frightening that their daughter died there. | don’t have the courage to dine in!”

“| heard the couple plans to return to the small county after winning the lawsuit. They initially opened the restaurant in this university town for their daughter. With their skill, a clean storefront, and the help of their beautiful daughter, they attracted a lot of customers.

“They saved tens of thousands of dollars planning to use it as dowry for their daughter. Now... everything is gone.”

“It's really a tragedy. Mr. Winston's daughter was very beautiful. | heard she was a good student, gotten scholarships for two years in a row. She was probably going to get it again in the third year. She was also a member of the Student Union’s Arts Department. The young girl had a promising future, all ruined by this scum.”

“Sis, what are they talking about?” Errol, listening to the conversation from the adjacent table, gestured. “Is it about the campus. city boyfriend making his girlfriend pay off the gambling debt, and then killing her?”

Maia nodded, “It should be. The couple they are talking about has already decided to sue that scum, and Nigel has taken up this case. The chances of winning are quite high.”

“Nigel is handling this?” Errol looked at Nigel, typed a line on his phone, and showed it to him, “Nigel, what’s going on? Is the online story true? Making the girlfriend pay off the gambling debt, and then killing her?”

Nigel nodded, “It’s true, and he even sent his girlfriend to try experimental drugs in exchange for money.” “And there’s such a thing?” Errol was shocked.

Elena remained quiet, eating her food, but her grip on the fork tightened slightly.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“There are many dark aspects in the black market,” Nigel succinctly replied.

“What are these drugs used for? If they succeed, will people buy them in large quantities to achieve some purpose?” Errol asked again.

Nigel nodded again, gently saying, “Certainly. There are many neuropharmaceuticals that can control the human brain. However, these are just rumors, and no one has seen or verified

them.”

Errol looked incredulous, shaking his head repeatedly, “I never thought there would be such things. It’s probably somewhat similar to those lawless areas like the Osttahl, right?”

After that, the group didn’t continue discussing this topic in detail. Errol took out his phone and typed a message, handing it to Nigel, “Elena and | plan to get engaged on Thanksgiving. | don’t know if you have time. You are always so busy, but it would be great if you could make it!

“You've invited me, how can | not go? I'll definitely be there on Thanksgiving,” Nigel agreed

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