Broken Memories Intertwined Hearts Chapter 8

Chapter 8 
Ines sat down and couldn’t help but feel that the man in front of her didn’t quite match their surroundings. He looked the same as he did when they first met. A tall figure wearing a high–end tailor–made suit exuding an air of arrogance and nobility down to his bones. He looked pretty awkward sitting on the small stool. Ines regretted her decision, “Sorry,we only 
have stall like this around here.” 
Ethan laughed, “No problem, I can handle it.” 
Ines breathed a sigh of relief, seeing his non–judgmental attitude, “That’s good then.” 
In a couple of minutes, their tacos were ready. The owner asked Ethan, “Do you want some cornbread?” 
“Yes,” Ethan replied. 
Ines went to get Ethan’s cornbread because the owner was occupied. When she returned, she saw Ethan adding lemon juice to his taco. She asked, “You’re pretty good at seasoning?” 
Ethan looked up, his handsome face confused, “Isn’t it supposed to be sour and spicy to be tasty?” 
Ines laughed, “It depends on your preference. Some people don’t like lemon juice.” 
After dinner, they walked side by side. 
Ines noticed that Ethan was very considerate, slowing down his pace. 
“By the way, are you coming to my house tomorrow?” Ines suddenly stopped and looked up at Ethan. 
Her dark eyes shone brightly under the moonlight. Ethan felt his heart stir, and he pulled her into his arms. 
Ines was startled by his sudden move. Her nose hit his chest, causing her eyes to water. She rubbed her small, round nose, complaining softly, “You’re as hard as a rock.” 
Her eyes looked quite miserable. 
Ethan chuckled, pressing her head against his chest. 
Ines felt her face burn as she listened to his steady and strong heartbeat. She heard Ethan’s voice above her, “Of course, I’m coming. I eloped with their young, beautiful niece. I’ll complicate things If I don’t visit soon.” 
Ines was slightly annoyed, “Do you think it’ll be easy to get my family’s approval? My uncle said I must find a man who can cook, and my aunt has a bit of a temper. I haven’t even told them about us yet. You won’t have an easy time tomorrow.” They seemed to be getting closer. 
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Ethan’s perfect lips turned to a smile, “Mrs. Meyer, that’s something Mr. Meyer me should worry about. Just be patient.” Ines looked at his confident expression, and didn’t know what to say. 
The next day was a weekend. 
A week of overtime had left Ines feeling exhausted, and she had a lazy morning and slept in. Her aunt’s knocking awakened her, “Izzy, come out quickly!” 
Ines was still heavy–eyed. She opened the door, “Auntie, is there an earthquake or a fire? What’s all the fuss?” 
“Isn’t there? If you don’t come out and explain, I’ll be ready to set fire to you.” Rita’s voice was low; she was serious. 
Ines saw her aunt’s concerned face, which was rare, and asked cautiously, “Who made you angry?” 
“Izzy, good morning.”