I entered the limo with a thank you to the driver who had opened the door. Jonathan got in after I did, and the door was locked. A few minutes later, the car started moving, and I glanced at Jonathan, who was again on his phone. He noticed my attention and asked without looking at me. "What's the matter?"

I shook my head and leaned against the seat, making myself comfortable. "I was just wondering if you had some type of telepathy going on with the driver. I didn't think either of you talked about where we were headed."

He looked up. "I should have confirmed from you first. I assumed you'd be hungry and told him to take us to a restaurant. Or would you prefer to go to the hotel if you're too tired?"

I shook my head. "The restaurant is fine." Now that I had his attention, I could say what I originally wanted. "Congratulations once again."

Jonathan shook his head. "If you say it one more time, it would be the tenth time." He said amused.

I raised my brows. "Have you been keeping count?" I asked smiling. I had actually been repeating it since he had been announced out of both fascination and to tease him. His reaction when his name had been mentioned at the party made me laugh out loud.

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "It's really not that big of a deal. I don't know why everyone's making such a big deal about it."

I shook my head, the amusement going to the back burner. "It is a big deal. Are you just being modest, or do you believe everyone could do what you did to get to where you are at this young age?" We had been greeted with applause when we opened the door. Apparently, after each room we had gone through, a highlight video had been shown, without our consent, something I wasn't going to think about right now. The people that had been there to welcome us when we had first entered the hall had been added to. The scenery and decorations had also changed. If I could guess, they'd had fun redecorating the place while using us as background fun.

The mask had been a part of Scott's fun, so the masks were gone. Unsurprisingly, I didn't recognize anybody there, but that didn't stop me from mingling around. I had a job to do as Jonathan's wife, whether I felt comfortable or not. It was while I had been talking to someone that was interested in working with my husband that the announcement had come on.

The announcement hadn't been the only surprising thing. I had later found out that what I'd assumed was just a luxury spending for trust fund kids was a charity gala set to celebrate my husband as a part of the people that had contributed the most to the foundation. I was still mostly fascinated. It was so surreal that I was in the world of a twenty six-year-old man that hadn't just managed, but boldly, entered the list of wealthy men in the United States. From the little I'd read about Jonathan in articles and magazines, he and his brother had built his company without the help of other wealthy sponsors. That was a little surprising because of the amount of wealth I noticed his parents had, but I wasn't exactly in the position to ask him that.

"I mean, take me as an example. We have just two years between us, yet look at where you've gotten to and where I am. Of course, you should be celebrated. The fact you are self-made and not a trust fund baby adds icing to the cake." I finished, looking at Jonathan, who hadn't held my eyes during my lecture.

Jonathan shook his head. "That's because not everyone had the kind of opportunity and company I had."

I rolled my eyes, he had to have been doing it on purpose in an attempt to be modest. I leaned my back against the seat. "Fine. Whatever you say."

The ride continued in silence until the car stopped, and our door was opened. Jonathan came down and I went after him. Even though it was almost nine, it didn't look it with how bright it still was. I shook my head. They definitely hadn't been joking about summers in the UK.

We entered the restaurant and I had to take a double take. While the exterior had been modern with glass panels stretched from floor to ceiling and the logo shimmering and big, the inside was like crossing a world into a different one. From the aged wood, scents oozing from the kitchen that was visible to all, creaking floor boards that sounded like it was going to give up any minute to the history pasted on the wall in the form of pictures. It was obvious the restaurant had been in existence for a long time. The restaurant was filled up with people, but what caught my attention was how different they were. There was an equal number of people wearing suits and professional wears and some people were in casual wears. I couldn't count the number of people wearing hoodies eating with people wearing suits and amazingly enough, neither of them looked out of place.

"Wow." was the only thing that could come out of my mouth as Jonathan navigated the aisles expertly, taking us to a table towards the end. He pulled my chair out, and I sat down, still speechless.

He poured water from the water jug that was on every table and pushed a cup to me. "Drink."

I obeyed, taking a sip of what wasn't water and arched my brows at him, finishing it.

He smiled and finished the content in his glass before responding to my obvious question. "It's honey water." He looked around and when he caught the eyes of one of the waitstaffs who was serving another table, he raised his hand and the woman's eyes widened when she saw him. "Don't worry, I felt the same way you did the first time I came here. It was like I went several years back just by entering this place."

I looked around at the bustling restaurant and nodded. "Exactly." I pointed at the jug. "Who even serves honey water in this day. But why did they leave the inside and renovate the outside? If they wanted to maintain the generational restaurant vibe, wouldn't it have been better to just make it look better if the problem was that it was run down?"

Jonathan nodded. "That would have made better sense if they had been the one to do it themselves." The waitstaff Jonathan had gestured towards before came with a tray of food. I arched my brows, we hadn't ordered anything.

"Hey Nathan." She greeted and arranged the covered bowls on the table.

"Steph." He greeted back, and I could both sense and hear the fondness in his voice, that was how obvious it had been.

When she was done arranging the plates, she bent and to my surprise hugged Jonathan. "It's been a while since you came here. Should I tell Mom?"

He shook his head with a smile. "And make her keep me here for the night. Please do me a favor and tell her after we've left. I'll call her as soon as I get to the hotel."

She crossed her fingers at her chest as I just took in the scene. "You booked a hotel? What happened to the promise you made to us?"

As if just remembering he wasn't alone, Jonathan turned to me, which made the lady also look at me.

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe how rude I was." She said with a gasp, and I smiled at her.

"No problem. I didn't want to interrupt you two. It looked like you hadn't seen each other in a while." I said because the best thing to do in an awkward situation was to keep on talking. At least that was what my brain told me in times like this.

The lady laughed. "That's an understatement. I haven't even seen this handsome face in more than two years, even though I'm well aware he's had meetings here. He just refuses to come to see us, always stating how busy he is. Like he's the only one."

Whatever antagonistic thoughts had started blooming in my head died instantly. The lady was very bubbly, and it was very obvious how much she loved Jonathan. It was dripping from her voice with every word she said.

She turned to Jonathan and rolled her eyes at me when he continued looking at her without a word. "Men." She exclaimed and lightly hit the table. "Won't you introduce us? Or did those trainings not mean a thing to you after you left?"

He mock shuddered, and I used my hand to cover my mouth, hiding my slackened jaw. So my husband had a side like this, "Oh. Don't remind me. Danielle, this is Stephanie, a good friend of mine. Stephanie, this is Danielle, my wife."

Stephanie's eyes widened as she heard what he called me. "You're joking." She deadpanned.

He shook his head, and she studied me for a few seconds before leaving the table. I followed her with my eyes as she stalked outside and shut the door with a slam that had more than half the restaurant jumping.

I looked at Jonathan to see he was uncovering the bowls. I didn't know what was inside, but it smelt amazing. The fact we had barely been able to eat anything at the party wasn't helping. "What just happened?" I asked, even as the scent was tempting me to check what was inside.

Jonathan pushed my bowl closer to me and opened the disposable fork that had been beside the bowl. "It tastes incredible. Taste it."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What's going on?" I asked even as my starving self lost the fight and I tool a bite of the chicken noodles.

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