SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE

CHAPTER 30

“It’s nothing.” Julianna just held his hand tightly. “I just want to thank you. The flowers were beautiful.” She looked at their linked fingers and shut her eyes slightly. This was enough; it really was. She was satisfied with just that.

Just like a slap followed by a candy. He was irresistible to her.

If she was called a fool, then so be it. She had never been smart before in the first place.

“I’m glad you like it.” Diego turned back and placed his fingers on her face. She drew nearer; her eyes, they looked like they were full of ripples, held unconcealed love with no regrets.

She loved him, she really did.

Such a foolish woman. All of a sudden, he felt his heart waver for a little... but just for a few seconds.

“Let’s go.” He put down his hand and pulled Julianna before sitting in the car. The place they were going to was a high-class restaurant that Diego frequented. He had brought countless women there—obviously including Diana . Now, it was her turn.

The car stopped. Diego led her in with familiarity. The waiter automatically brought them to the table Diego frequently reserved. It was by the window and had a clear view of everything, but people outside would not be able to see inside the glass.

“Order anything you want to eat.” Diego slid the handmade menu in his hands across the table, which landed right in front of Julianna . Julianna opened it. Every dish sounded delectable, but the prices were sky-high.

Julianna flipped through the pages for a long time before closing the menu shut and staring wide-eyed at the man who was sitting with his legs crossed elegantly.

“Why, is it not to your liking?” Diego lifted his eyebrows and placed his hand on his leg and then narrowed his cold, black eyes slightly. Under the dim lights, his cold features seemed softened.

“That’s not it.” Julianna shook her head. She was not sure how to say it. “I have never eaten all these before, and I don’t know what I should order?” Her smile was slightly pained. This sort of place was only suitable for Diana ; she had never stepped foot there before.

Diego reached his hand out to take the menu. He signaled to the waiter at the side with his finger, and the waiter stood in front of them knowingly.

Diego ordered a few dishes randomly. This was orthodox French cuisine, and he liked it very much.

The restaurant was filled with a gentle tune played by a piano. There was a rotating glass stage illuminated by the soft lights from the chandelier, and underneath it was a young girl playing the piano. Her fingers danced across the black and white keys of the piano as she spread the dreamy notes around.

Julianna looked around a little helplessly at the start, but as time went by, she seemed to get used to her surroundings—perhaps due to the man beside her.

Just him sitting there, or looking at the watch on his wrist, or just shutting his eyes, or even looking at her with an unknown gaze occasionally... all of these could make her heart feel calmer.

Once all the dishes had arrived, Julianna looked at the dishes on the table in a daze. Her heart lurched suddenly. He still had this habit. They were all Diana ’s favorite, and her mom frequently had the chef make them especially for her. Every year, during Diana’s birthday, these dishes could be seen in the Roberto family. Diana might have liked it, but Julianna ? Not necessarily. She liked food with a light flavor, but she had to follow Diana’s preference.

It was like that in the past. Would it be like that even now?

“Why, don't you like it?” Diego lifted the wine glass from the table—his eyes deep, black, and a little hazy. He seemed to be looking for someone else through her, but he realized he was wrong. This pair of sisters had absolutely nothing in common.

Everyone knew, actually, that they were not biological sisters—with no ounce of blood relationship.

“No, it’s delicious. I like it. It’s just so delicious that I’m taken aback.” Julianna just let out an absent-minded smile, eating the dishes he ordered tastelessly. If she did not eat them, he would probably be upset. They were finally able to interact so harmoniously. She did not want there to be any problems that could destroy her long-awaited peace.

She was chewing tastelessly—trying hard to consume the food, but it made her eyes go red.

“I’m sorry, I need to go to the restroom.” She stood up and smiled apologetically, her eyes turning even redder.

Diego lifted the wine glass on the table and took a sip, his slightly curved lips turned up even more.

“Brother Diego , I love these so much. It seems like my sister does not like them. I really don’t know what she is thinking.

“Wasting such delicious food. Do you think she’s against these dishes?”

He remembered those words; so whatever Diana liked, she did not.

He put down the cup in his hand and lowered his eyes slightly, but he heard someone call his name from afar.

“Diego ?”

He lifted his head and stood up, greeting the people politely, “Dad, Mom, what brings you here?” Towards the two elders, he was surprisingly respectful.

“Nothing, we just wanted to eat something here.” Mr. Roberto looked like he had aged several decades in just a short while. He was not as enthusiastic and daring as he used to be. Now, he was really an elderly senior who had lost a daughter. Without a goal and without hope, it was no wonder he aged.

“Diego , our Diana was ill-fortuned,” Mr. Roberto placed his hand on Diego ’s shoulders and patted him lightly. He had always liked Diego. He had never had a son, so he treated Diego like he was a second son. Even though he was still their son-in-law, Julianna was someone else’s child and could not be considered as part of the Roberto family. He was selfish.

“Diego, who did you come with? Was the one who left just now Julianna ?” Evelyn clutched the high-end purse in her grip tightly. She had an enormous diamond ring on her finger and the status of a rich woman. She was used to this status—familiar with her rightful manner of speaking, her demeanor, and her attitude.

“Yes, Mom.” He addressed her the same way. It did not matter whether the one he married was Julianna or Diana ; he still called them ‘Dad’ and ‘Mom’.

“Diego , you made up with her?” Evelyn looked at Diego in disbelief. He actually took that woman out to eat?

“Yes,” Diego replied softly. His unwavering eyes were too calm, too slow—like a pool of stagnant water without a hint of ripples.

“Diego, how could you?” Evelyn felt an unknown rage bubble within her, “Have you forgotten how Diana died? Have you forgotten that the one you love is Diana? How could you...”

She had not finished her sentence when she felt Mr. Roberto tugged on her sleeve forcefully. She turned back, and the rest of the words died down at the back of her throat. Her face turned red. She was extremely embarrassed. She lowered her head and even felt an unbearable embarrassment rise within her.

Standing behind them was none other than Julianna, who had just returned from the restroom. She had heard all of their conversation clearly, from start to end.