Chapter 415

Chapter 415 Go See Benjamin When You Have the Time

“I don’t know. Benjamin didn’t tell me,” Chloe replied.

“You should find some time to ask,” Joseph suggested.

She sensed something amiss. “What’s wrong?”

Joseph set down his utensils and scrutinized the woman sitting in front of him, carefully examining her

features.

Desmond was old, so it posed a challenge to notice any resemblance between him and the twenty-

four-year-old Chloe.

Averting his

gaze, Joseph said lightly. “It’s nothing. I’m just curious.”

“Do you also think I look like Mr. Desmond’s daughter?” Chloe asked.

“I don’t know what his daughter looks like,” Joseph replied.

He was not familiar with the Sullivans. In the past, Desmond was not the only Sullivan in his family. He

had a brother named Dominic Sullivan. Dominic had a good relationship with the Gunters, and it was

through his introduction that Desmond got to know the Gunters. However, Dominic passed away a few

years ago. Joseph had even attended his funeral.

Chloe rested her chin on her hand. “I haven’t seen her either.”

To be honest, she really wanted to see Desmond’s daughter and determine just how similar they

looked. But for now, she was not particularly close with Noah, and it would be impolite to make such a

request.

Joseph’s gaze returned to her face and he asked, “Do you have a photo of your mom?”

“My mom?”

“Yeah.”

She took out her phone and searched through it, murmuring with some confusion, “Why does everyone

want to see my mother’s photo…”

First, it was Noah, and now, it was Joseph.

“What are you muttering about?” he asked.

“Nothing.” She handed him the phone. “Here. This is my mother.”

In the photograph, a young woman with delicate features emanated an aura of elegance and

charm, exuding the essence of a lady from a wealthy family. Joseph studied the photo for a few more

seconds and commented, “You two look alike.”

“Right?”

“You’re not as elegant as your mom, though,” he noted.

“Well, I admit that,” she replied.

Her mother was the typical beauty, while Chloe’s vibrant personality added a touch of liveliness,

differing their temperaments from one another.

In the afternoon, Joseph intended to accompany Chloe to the meet-up venue. However, their paths did

not align, and Chloe did not want to trouble him, so she decided to take a cab there.

on her own.

Outside the restaurant, a waiter greeted her and led her to a private room. Icarus had been waiting for

some time and immediately stood up upon seeing her, graciously pulling out the chair for her.

“Thank you,” Chloe said, taking her seat. She noticed that the scar on Icarus’ chin had faded, and his

leg seemed to have healed. A smile graced her lips involuntarily. “The scar on your face has improved

a lot. It’ll fade even more with time.”

Icarus forced a smile. “It’s not a problem. I don’t have any plans to date at the moment.”

She was briefly stunned but skillfully changed the subject. “Have you ordered?”

“Not yet. The menu is on your right,” Icarus replied.

“I’ll take a look then,” Chloe said casually. As she had a late breakfast, she was not very hungry and

randomly selected two dishes before handing the menu to Icarus.

“You can choose whatever you like. Today’s on me.”

Icarus absentmindedly nodded and added three more dishes. His gaze wandered to the section. of

beverages, his eyes flickering. He tightly clenched the menu, almost distorting it, and asked,

“Watermelon juice, orange juice, apple juice. Which one would you like to drink?”

Chloe lowered her head to send a message to Joseph, unaware of his peculiar behavior. Absent-

mindedly, she responded, “Orange juice.”

The dishes took a while to arrive, but the beverage was promptly served. After placing the order, a

waiter brought a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice to the table. Icarus exchanged a glance with

the waiter, who gave him a subtle signal, indicating that he could proceed.

A determined resolve flickered in Icarus’ heart as he stood up and said, “Chloe, I’m going to

the restroom.”

“Okay.”

After five minutes, the door creaked open. Chloe assumed that Icarus had returned and turned her

head, only to be met with the unsettling sight of a mysterious fox mask.

Vanya giggled, “We meet again, sweetie.”