Serenity and Zachary York

Chapter 3198

"I've heard a lot about you, Mr. York." Imogen greeted Zachary politely and offered her right hand to shake.

Zachary shook her hand out of politeness and consideration for Dylan.

The husband-and-wife pair led Imogen over to the sofa to sit down.

Dylan sat to one side. To hide his inner thoughts, he sat Sonny on his lap, teasing him occasionally and glancing at the rest out of the corner of his eyes.

After a few moments, Zachary asked the hotel butler to come in and they moved over to the dining table.

Serenity took the menu from the butler and handed it to Imogen as she said warmly, "Please have your pick, Ms. Doyle. The food here is highly ranked in Wiltspoon."

Imogen did not take it, smiling in return. "You can order whatever you like to share. I'm not picky and since I'm staying here right now, I've eaten at the restaurant too, and the food is truly good. All the different cuisines taste authentic."

Wiltspoon Hotel saw guests from all over the world every day, which was why their restaurant offered dishes from major cuisines. No matter the guests' origins, they would be able to enjoy the taste of home. "I'll go ahead then." Serenity ate here with her husband every day. She did not even need to look at the menu to order anymore.

Knowing that Imogen came from Huntington, where people loved their food spicy, Serenity ordered a few spicy dishes. Wiltspoonians did not like spicy food, so out of consideration for her family, she ordered a few non-spicy dishes.

"Do you drink, Ms. Doyle?"

Imogen smiled. "If you drink with me, we can order some wine, but you're pregnant and can't drink right now."

"It's all the same if I ask Dylan to drink with you. I can only drink once my cargo is unloaded next year."

Imogen glanced at Dylan. "I'm afraid Mr. Dylan would prefer not to for fear of not being able to run fast enough if he got drunk."

Dylan was speechless for a moment. "You must be joking, Ms. Doyle. Why would I run? I don't get drunk that easily either-my tolerance is quite good."

"I thought you felt guilty whenever you saw me and wanted to escape."

"You're not a monster and won't eat me, so what would I be afraid of? I haven't done anything to wrong you either, so I don't feel guilty."

Imogen immediately said apologetically to Serenity, "Ms. Hunt, I'd like to switch places."

"Go ahead, Ms. Doyle."

Imogen stood and moved over to sit beside Dylan.

Dylan was thoroughly at a loss for words. He felt like his nerves were being stretched taut.

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"You look like your hair is standing on end, Mr. Dylan." Imogen leaned in closer to tease him with a bright smile.

Dylan patted his hair self-consciously. "My hair's too short, so it stands up naturally."

"Oh, is that so? Why do I feel like you seem nervous?"

"I'm not. What would I be nervous about?"

Imogen looked at him for a moment before she said to Serenity, "Ms. Hunt, let's order a bottle of whiskey. I want to toast Mr. Dylan later and compete with him to see who gets drunk first."

Dylan protested, "You're a lady and traveling alone. You shouldn't drink so much."

"I trust that Ms. Hunt will take care

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of me when Rm drunk and won't let anyone take advantage of me. Besides, Wiltspoon Hotel is one of the safest hotels around. I might not trust in you, but I trust the Yorks, Wittspoon Hotel, Mr. York, and Ms. Hunt."

Dylan was speechless.