Florence Fuller took a sip of water: "There's something I need your help with."
Luke Gardiner seemed even happier and joked, "Isn't it a husband's duty to help his wife? Just tell me, and I'll solve it for you. I'll even treat you to a meal; no need to be so formal."
At this moment, Luke Gardiner couldn't be happier.
Florence Fuller was asking him for help, meaning she still needed him, that he was still useful in her eyes.
"Order away." Florence Fuller looked at him. "You must have been here before, you're familiar, take your pick."
"I've been here a few times. Their food is quite good." Luke Gardiner flipped through the menu. "You should like it too."
Florence Fuller didn't speak, quietly sipping her tea.
The dishes came one after another, and Luke Gardiner ordered a bottle of good wine. Florence Fuller shook her head, "No wine."
Luke Gardiner thought she didn't want to drink due to a low alcohol tolerance, so he drank it himself.
