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    While walking home, Yvonne entertained the idea of uncorking one of Norton’s best wines to celebrate.


    Securing her first magazine interview since joining thepany was a significant achievement, especially since the interviewee was a former schoolmate. Life had its curious twists.


    It had been ages since shest saw Anya, and now Anya had reappeared just when she needed her the most. Perhaps fortune was finally turning in her favor.


    Upon entering her home, brimming with excitement, Yvonne was taken aback to find Norton lounging on the sofa.


    There he was, his lean legs stretched out, dressed in a crisply tailored suit, his shirt buttoned to the top, radiating a controlled elegance.


    Yvonne expressed her surprise. “Not swamped with work today? You’re back rather early.”


    Norton replied with a light-hearted retort. “I’m not a machine—I need a break from work now and then!” He was visibly cheerful. He got up, approached her, and gently took her hand. “Come with me.”


    Curious, Yvonne asked, “Why?” as she allowed him to lead her. They entered the dining room, where Norton gantly offered her a seat, suggesting, “Try this.”


    It was then that Yvonne saw the borate meal set out on the table, wine already poured.


    She expressed her astonishment. “Did you cook all this?”


    “Actually, I arranged it all,” Norton exined with a modest tone.


    “Of course!” Yvonne realized. It seemed unlikely for Norton to have cooked it himself, but she was still impressed by his effort to put together such a meal.


    She eagerly began with her preferred choice—orange-zed salmon.


    The salmon was perfectly crispy on the outside, sulent on the inside, with an ideal mix of sweet and tangy vors. Tasting it, her eyes sparkled with joy.


    “This has to be from Zevis’s Kitchen!” she replied, recognizing the signature dish she adored.


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    Today, Norton had indeed been full of surprises!


    “Yes,” Norton answered, observing her joy with a subtle smile ying at the corners of his mouth.


    He then pped his hands, prompting a portly chef in a uniform to appear from the kitchen.


    “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Burke!” eximed the chef with a warm smile.


    “Just let me know if you’d like anything additional.”


    Yvonne was astounded. “He’s the chef from my favorite restaurant? You actually brought him here!”


    Norton casually said, “If you fancy something else, just ask him.”


    With a grin, Yvonne perused the menu and eagerly added a few more selections.


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