NovelBookChapter 402
Foreman stood up with a warm smile, pulling out the chair for Stella in a gentlemanly gesture.
"You're not late—it'swho's early."
Stella had never been in a romantic relationship before. The man she'd spent the most twith in the past was
Antoney Watson.
But they'd known each other for so long that meals between them were casual affairs, devoid of any such
niceties.
After marrying Haynes, Stella rarely went out to eat. And even on those rare occasions, Haynes never once
pulled out a chair for her.
Now, faced with Foreman's thoughtfulness, she found herself a little caught off guard by his chivalry.
She called over the waiter and turned to Foreman with a smile. "Order whatever you like don't hold back.
Dinner's on me."
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Foreman's smile was gentle. "Alright, thank you."
A short distance away, two young women watched the scene unfold, their faces falling in disappointment.
"So he's already got a girlfriend... Looks like | never stood a chance," one sighed.
"His girlfriend's beautiful, too. Honestly, they look perfect together," the other replied.
"Why is it that all the handsguys are taken?" the first girl complained.
Stella couldn't help but chuckle at their conversation.
She'd noticed the pair as soon as she walked into the restaurant. They'd spent the whole tsneaking glances
at Foreman and whispering things like, "You go," "No, you go," clearly working up the nerve to ask for his
number.
Stella's long lashes fluttered as she glanced up at the man across from her, who was now looking over the menu.
If Haynes was a distant, cold moon, then Foreman was the gentle warmth of spring sunshine-soft, comforting,
and easy to be around.
After selecting a few dishes, Foreman looked up. "I'm done ordering."
Stella was surprised by the dishes she heard him request from the waiter. "You like those too?"
Foreman smiled kindly. "Yeah. Whenever Haynie, Jasper, and | chere, we usually get these. Wait-you like
them too?"
Stella nodded, her face brightening. "What a coincidence! They're all my favorites."
A fleeting light danced in Foreman's eyes. "Funny thing is, | don't think ever saw you order them when we ate
out together. | always thought you preferred something lighter."
Stella's smile faded a touch as memories from before her divorce surfaced.
"Well, back then I just went along with what Haynes and Keen wanted. They both have sensitive stomachs, so |
always stuck to bland dishes for their sake."
In this moment, Stella realized more than ever how right her decision to divorce Haynes had been.
At least now, she could eat whatever she liked and do as she pleased, instead of being trapped in a routine that
revolved solely around her
child's needs and her husband's
peace of mind.
Since becoming a mother, she'd almost forgotten what it was like to think about herself.
Foreman's gaze was gentle, deep as the sea, as he looked at her. "Star, are you really able to let go of Keen?"
Her hand tightened around her water glass, almost unconsciously. She lowered her eyes, hiding her thoughts.
"He'll probably be happier withouthovering over him all the time."
Foreman sighed softly. "Star, Keen's still young. He needs guidance. Haynie is always swamped
work and rarely has tfor him. And Rachel Pearce..."
Foreman's voice paused, his tone growing heavier.
"She's always taking Keen out, letting him stay up late. In fact, last night, he was
out so late he just spent the night at her place."
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