Chapter 947
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They headed to a nearby restaurant inside the park.
Once seated, Dustin ordered two kids’ meals.
“What about you, Dolores?” he asked, glancing up from the menu.
Dolores wiped sweat off Zenia’s face and replied softly, “Just a cold drink is fine.”
“I’ve noticed you’ve been liking blueberries lately. Want to try the blueberry juice here?” Dustin suggested.
Dolores paused, surprised. Dustin always came off so carefree, yet he noticed the little things.
“Sure, sounds nice.”
Dustin added a few more dishes.
Soon, the waiter brought everything over.
Naturally, both adults attended to the kids first.
Thankfully, Linsey had taught them well. They ate neatly, without much fuss.
Seeing that the kids were doing fine, Dustin grabbed a plate of fruit salad, gave it a little mix, and placed it in front of Dolores. “You must be worn out. I know your appetite isn’t great when you’re tired. Start with this. If you’re still hungry later, we’ll order more.”
Dolores glanced down at the salad.
She had noticed earlier that it could be customized.
To her surprise, Dustin had picked all the fruits she liked, with just the right dressing.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling softly at him.
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Ever since they acknowledged their feelings, Dustin had stopped hiding how he felt. He always knew how to make her smile with the smallest gestures.
At first, Dolores planned to play hard to get—to test his patience a little longer before saying yes.
But now, she could barely wait to be his.
Dolores couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
“Dolores, you look so happy! Do you really like the salad Dustin made for you?” Zenia said, her tone full of innocent curiosity.
Startled, Dolores quickly masked her expression and replied in mock irritation, “You little rascal, what kind of nonsense is that?”
Her eyes drifted around until they landed on Dustin’s relaxed smile. Her heart gave a sudden flutter.
Zander spoke up seriously. “Dolores, my mom always says if you like something, you should say it out loud. If not, no one will ever know.”
Dolores blinked. “Linsey told you that?”
That didn’t sound like something Linsey would say.
It caught her off guard.
As they continued eating, laughter and light chatter filled the table. The mood was warm, like sunshine on a quiet afternoon.
But that peace shattered like glass.
“Dustin! What do you think you’re doing?” A sharp voice rang out.
Dustin turned in surprise. “Mom? What are you doing here?”
Dolores’ heart jumped. She quickly looked over.
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