Chapter 163:
At The Grand Oak Restaurant on the 88th floor, Lonnieâs fingers trembled uncontrollably as he heard the news.
His daughter was downstairs.
Skyla chuckled softly, reaching out to clasp her husbandâs hand.
âItâs not like weâve never met her before. Why are you still so anxious?â
Lonnieâs face, usually calm and composed, was now etched with worry.
âBut itâs our first meal dining out together. What if she doesnât like this place?â
Meanwhile, Kane had escorted Harlee to the 88th floor using the express elevator.
âYou justââ Skyla began, but a knock on the door interrupted her.
âMiss Sanderson has arrived,â Kane announced politely from the doorway of the private room.
Lonnie quickly stood up, startled by how soon his daughter had arrived.
He adjusted his suit meticulously, his movements rushed yet deliberate. Turning to Skyla, he asked, âDoes everything look alright?â
Once reassured, he took a deep breath and said, âCome in,â doing his best to steady his voice.
Harlee entered slowly after Kane opened the door and gestured courteously for her to step inside.
From where Lonnie stood, he could clearly see her delicate features and long eyelashes. It was undeniableâshe was a Sanderson. She radiated grace as she walked into the room, her presence commanding attention effortlessly.
Lonnie gestured warmly to the seat between him and Skyla.
âHarlee, come, sit between your mother and me.â
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âOkay,â Harlee replied, taking the seat obediently. She wasnât accustomed to such attentive behavior from her parents. Still, she masked her detachment with a polite demeanor, not wanting to disappoint them.
Skylaâs face lit up with excitement as she spoke.
âThe moment your father heard you were downstairs, he became restless! He kept saying this was our first meal together outside and that he felt so nervous.â
Harlee couldnât help but smile faintly in response.
Lonnie fixed his gaze on Harlee.
He had wanted to appear composed, but when he saw his daughterâs eyes, he couldnât maintain the facade.
âDarling, stop pulling my leg,â Lonnie said with a grin, unable to contain his smile.
Harlee softened her tone.
âWeâll share many more meals in the future.
Dad, you wonât always feel this nervous, right?â
Tears welled up in Lonnieâs eyes, and he paused for a moment before bursting into joyful laughter.
âYes, of course, weâll have many more meals. No more being nervous.â
Skyla playfully dabbed at the tear on her husbandâs cheek.
Harlee thought about what she had seen in the Grace Lounge and looked up at her parents.
âMom, Dad, has Brenton ever had a girlfriend?â
âWhy do you ask all of a sudden?â
âYes, he did have one during his college years!â they responded together.
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