Eleanora pov
The door swung open as Oliver walked out of his car, holding the bag I had forgotten. I saw how he was walking towards the restaurant through the transparent glass, reaching to the door, he opened it and walked inside.
Seeing Oliver, I turned to walk into the kitchen, but as soon as he spotted me, he called out my name.
"Eleanora?"
His voice was so loud that, for a moment, I felt something inside me poke out. Was it anger, or what? Why the hell did he call my name so loudly, in such a manner?
Abigail walked up to Oliver. "Hello, sir. Welcome to Chicken Flavor Restaurant. What can we order for you? I’ll get the waitress to attend to you in an instant," she spoke calmly with a grin.
"No, I’m not here to order anything. I’m here to see Eleanora," he replied with a slight sm
