Elisa’s hand holding the phone stiffened in disbelief as she looked over. She saw Finn leaning on the table, fingers interlocked, thumb resting against his chin, gazing at her with keen interest, waiting for her response.
A gentle violin piece played in the western restaurant, its music soft and melodious. Finn’s slightly deep and husky voice resonated solemnly at this moment, more captivating than ever.
“Elisa, it was love at first sight for me.”
Elisa, coming back to her senses, mused to herself, “Love at first sight in a place as dark as a movie theater? What kind of love at first sight is that? Besides, she didn’t believe in love at first sight. What people fell for at first sight was a face.”
Suddenly, a strange feeling surged within Elisa. She suspected whether Finn had known her before. Otherwise, how could so many coincidences happen today?
Seeing her silence, Finn continued unabated, “Perhaps you find this quite sudden, but I really like you.”
Elisa looked at him coldly and said flatly, “Using the cliché of love at first sight to make an approach is outdated.”
“Miss Powell, you’re probably not a local, right?”
Love at first sight didn’t work, so now he’s trying to establish a connection based on their regions? Would the next move be something about how people from the same place recognize each other at first sight?
Elisa chuckled, “I’m from Chiwood and have been living here for several years.”
Whether it was Tobias or Hamish, they had told her that after marriage, she settled in Chiwood, which added up to about five or six years.
“Is that so? But I can’t help but feel that your accent doesn’t sound like it’s from here, but rather more like from the Bankshire area.”
Elisa suddenly stiffened.
Finn continued, “Moreover, in Chiwood, matters of the heart are always direct. When you meet someone you like, you express it. The drama of love at first sight is not at all cliché.”
“Are you from Chiwood?” Elisa asked.
“Sort of.”
The waiter brought the dishes one by one. After the appetizers came the main course. The food served in this western restaurant was very flavorful, and Elisa couldn’t help but eat a little more.
Halfway through, her phone beeped with a text message. It was Hamish reminding her to take her medication.
Upon seeing the reminder, Elisa’s face immediately turned somber. She called the waiter over and asked for a glass of water.
“I notice you’ve been looking at your phone. What are you looking at?” Finn inquired.
“I’m looking at the text my husband sent me,” Elisa replied. “So, please refrain from saying anything about pursuing me.”
Elisa thought that after saying this, Finn would realize it was futile. However, he unexpectedly tried another angle.
“Can’t we just be friends? You don’t have to be so averse to me.”
“I don’t like having friends with ulterior motives.”
The atmosphere suddenly cooled, even the couple sitting nearby noticed.
At that moment, the server came over with a glass of water. Elisa took it and thanked them.
Then she took out the medication from her bag, a colorful assortment of pills.
Elisa had esophagitis, so while others could swallow a handful of pills, she had to take one at a time with a sip of water, which made her feel bloated after taking medication right after a meal.
Finn enjoyed studying medications. In his basement, there were numerous bottles and concoctions. Seeing the pile of pills in front of Elisa, he raised an eyebrow, finding them somewhat familiar.
After all, it wasn’t his expertise, and some medications seemed familiar, but he couldn’t recall their effects. However, a few of them flashed through his mind, increasingly familiar.
Suddenly, he realized something as he stared at the white pill in Elisa’s hand.
It was an anticancer medication.
“Are you sick?” he asked.
Elisa replied with a simple “Yes,” and then struggled with the pills, the taste making her feel nauseous.
There were mints on the table, and Finn tore one off and placed it in front of Elisa.
“After taking your pills, have a mint. It might make you feel better.”
Elisa didn’t refuse and quickly popped the mint into her mouth, just as she was about to retch from the taste of the medication.
“With so many pills, what illness do you have?” Finn asked.
Elisa almost blurted out “stomach problems,” but then she realized that her relationship with this man wasn’t at the stage where he could ask a question and she would answer it.