Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 178

Justin drove Edith straight into the most exclusive part of Northcrest.

He pulled the car into the Northcrest Tower parking lot, and Edith’s nerves started to fray.

Three thousand dollars. Was that even enough to pay for a meal here?

As a Northcrest local, Edith knew exactly what kind of place Northcrest Tower was.

It was the pinnacle of luxury–a place where, on the very top floor, only a single table was reserved for guests each night.

But she’d already invited Justin out. Backing out now would be awkward, to say the

least.

“Justin, we didn’t make a reservation,” Edith said, hoping that would be enough to

make him reconsider.

Justin stepped out, came around to the passenger side, and opened her door with an easy grace. “Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered.”

Since he seemed so confident, Edith decided not to protest further.

Northcrest Tower had a private elevator that whisked them straight to the rooftop.

As they ascended, Edith looked out over the city’s brightest lights, watching the grand transition from dusk to nightfall. At the same time, her mind was busy calculating–how much was this dinner going to cost?

She couldn’t help it. She wasn’t stingy, but her paycheck for today definitely wouldn’t stretch this far. She needed to be prepared, or she’d risk making a scene when the bill

came.

The elevator doors slid open.

Sure enough, just as Justin promised, he really did have a way in.

A uniformed attendant greeted them warmly. “Good evening, Mr. Hawksley. This way, please.”

Justin took Edith’s hand and led her straight toward the rooftop restaurant.

Edith glanced at her reflection in the restaurant’s glass walls and realized, to her horror, she was still splattered with paint.

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Oh no.

She’d completely forgotten to change.

She slipped her hand out of Justin’s, a little embarrassed. “Justin, I need to use the restroom for a second.”

He didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. To him, the paint just made her look lively and charming.

“Do you want me to go with you?” he asked.

Edith shook her head quickly. “No, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be waiting in the restaurant, then.”

The attendant continued leading Justin toward the entrance, where the restaurant manager took over.

“Mr. Hawksley, it’s a pleasure to have you with us tonight,” the manager greeted him warmly.

Justin responded with his usual charm. “Thank you for finding a table for us on such short notice.”

The manager smiled. He wasn’t usually a fan of wealthy clientele–most rich guests had terrible tempers. But Mr. Hawksley was different: sharp, handsome, and a true gentleman.

He was a refreshing change, especially compared to the couple who’d arrived earlier. The husband had made a huge fuss about how much money he had, boasting that he could easily afford to treat his pregnant wife to dinner here. He acted like money solved everything, ignoring the fact that some things–like getting a reservation at this restaurant–just couldn’t be bought.

The man had gone on and on about his social status.

Status? Could he really compare to Mr. Hawksley standing here now? The idea was almost laughable.

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