Frederic's previously joyful gaze turned cold instantly. He was about to snatch the phone and hang up when he heard Joey reply softly.
"Sure. I'm off tomorrow. What type of cuisine does your mother like? I can help choose a restaurant."
Gavin chuckled warmly, "You're so considerate. Aren't you worried my mom might actually like you?"
"Isn't that exactly what you want? For her to approve of me so you can cancel the family engagement? Don't worry, I'll do my best."
Joey stirred the pot as she spoke.
Gavin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
His little tail really didn't remember him at all.
Joey was no longer the girl who chased after him, calling his name. Now, she had grown into a mature, independent woman with strong opinions.
He smiled, "Alright, you pick the restaurant. I'l
