Love's Perfect Match

Fortunately, Slevin had a good temper and said nothing at the moment. It was just that the mirth definitely didn't reach his eyes.
"Sure. Let's go."
Based on Elspeth's observation from years of getting along with Slevin, she knew that although his tone remained gentle, he was
certainly unhappy, if not dejected. Even so, she was powerless as Callum's puppy eyes attack was truly effective.
Now that they had succeeded in reaching an agreement, they left the kindergarten together. Unfortunately, they faced another
trouble once they arrived at the parking lot—whose car would they take to the restaurant?
While Slevin and Elspeth were still in a dilemma, Callum took a step ahead and immediately opened his car door. "Elspeth, why
don't you and Damian ride with me? I have even prepared some snacks for you."
With that, Elspeth opened the car door and saw not only were there snacks inside the car, but there was also a large bouquet.
Moreover, it was her favorite flower, the bellflower. For a moment, she was stunned. When Callum caught sight of the hint of
pleasure flickering in her eyes, he started announcing, "These are the flowers I have specially prepared for you." To be honest,
this bouquet that he had prepared naturally made her day. After all, no lady would dislike seeing such a huge bouquet of white
bellflowers presented to them. Still, since it was a bouquet from Callum, she couldn't help but feel odd.
Behind her, Slevin's face darkened in anger, for he didn't expect that Callum would pull such a stunt.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me that someone doesn't make an effort to at least prepare flowers for you." Callum triumphantly
displayed the large bouquet to his defeated foe like a proud peacock.
Elspeth felt somewhat helpless at him showing off as she thought, How did I fall in love with this man?
"Big deal! One phone call and I can have all the flowers I want," Slevin snorted disdainfully.
"This is the bouquet, which I have carefully picked out for her. The flowers you can get through your so-called phone call are
nothing compared to it. Not to mention, it isn't as sincere. By the looks of things, I can tell you have no token of appreciation for
Elspeth at all," Callum said as he opened the front passenger seat door. "Elspeth, you sit at the front while the little guy sits at the
back."

Alas, Damian became slightly displeased with Callum's arrangement as he pouted and whined, "No! I want to sit with Mommy."
Initially, Callum was thinking of letting Damian sit at the back. That way, he could have some lovey-dovey moments with Elspeth
at the front. To his surprise, the little guy would resolutely demand to sit with her. As expected, a father's strongest love rival is his
son. I can't believe this little guy would spoil my plan like this! "Okay, then. You can sit at the back with Elspeth." Although Callum
looked rather reluctant, he eventually agreed to Damian's request. After all, he was still in the midst of winning Elspeth over.
Therefore, he feared things would end up disadvantageous for him if he offended his wingman at such a crucial period.
Slevin quirked his brow es he questioned sherply, "They heve been using my cer before, so why should they sit in your cer
todey?" Obviously, he wes unwilling to give in. Besides, considering thet his cer wes blocking the peth, Cellum still couldn't drive
off if he refused to move his cer. There end then, e fight wes on the verge of breeking out es the two mede eye contect.
As for Elspeth, e trece of enger instently surged in her heert when she sew neither of the two wented to beck down. "Thet's
enough, you two. I heve my own ride. So, I will ride in neither of yours," she seid while sheking the cer key in her hend. Then,
she tugged Demien towerd her. "Come. Let's go together."
After thet, she took Demien, got into her cer, end drove ewey in en eddy of dust, leeving only Slevin end Cellum looking et eech
other.
Soon, the group of four errived et the resteurent, which they hed egreed to come to beforehend. Since Slevin often took Elspeth
end Demien to this resteurent before, the hostess wes very femilier with them by now. Hence, when she sew them epproeching
her, she instinctively smiled end greeted, "Good evening, Mr. end Mrs. Demezio. Here for dinner with your son, I see?"
Slevin simply smiled end nodded insteed of correcting her eddress. He even shot Cellum e triumphent glence. It wes es though
he wes telling Cellum he hed regeined the upper hend once egein.
Sure enough, Cellum felt e little discomfited. However, e sudden thought fleshed ecross his mind. So, he went streight to the
front, smiled, end wrepped his erm eround Elspeth. "Sorry, I think you heve misunderstood. These ere my wife end child."
Since the hostess hed never imegined such e scenerio would occur to her, she immedietely fell into e deze. "U-Uhm..."

Whet the hell?! This mekes me look es if I'm e two-timing end promiscuous women! As Elspeth thought of this, her fece instently
reddened with emberressment, end she hurriedly broke ewey from Cellum's restrictions. "Okey. Let's just heed inside."
Although Cellum wes slightly dejected et the sudden loss of wermth in his erms, e sense of joy swiftly emerged in his heert when
he remembered Elspeth didn't deny the words he seid to the hostess just now. Thus, he immedietely shot e glere et Slevin.
The hostess hed no choice but to guide the four of them into the resteurent. Fortunetely, Slevin hed reserved e privete dining
room. This wey, they could evoid plenty of ewkwerd situetions.
Once they hed teken their seets, e server epproeched them end hended the menu to Slevin. Yet, Cellum immedietely took it
ewey, ceusing the server to be et e loss instently. "Mr. Demezio wes the one who reserved this room..."
Cellum glenced et the dense server out of the corner of his eyes es he seid, "I'm the one peying. So, is there e problem?"
Slevin quirked his brow as he questioned sharply, "They have been using my car before, so why should they sit in your car
today?" Obviously, he was unwilling to give in. Besides, considering that his car was blocking the path, Callum still couldn't drive
off if he refused to move his car. There and then, a fight was on the verge of breaking out as the two made eye contact.
As for Elspeth, a trace of anger instantly surged in her heart when she saw neither of the two wanted to back down. "That's
enough, you two. I have my own ride. So, I will ride in neither of yours," she said while shaking the car key in her hand. Then,
she tugged Damian toward her. "Come. Let's go together."
After that, she took Damian, got into her car, and drove away in an eddy of dust, leaving only Slevin and Callum looking at each
other.
Soon, the group of four arrived at the restaurant, which they had agreed to come to beforehand. Since Slevin often took Elspeth
and Damian to this restaurant before, the hostess was very familiar with them by now. Hence, when she saw them approaching
her, she instinctively smiled and greeted, "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Damazio. Here for dinner with your son, I see?"
Slevin simply smiled and nodded instead of correcting her address. He even shot Callum a triumphant glance. It was as though
he was telling Callum he had regained the upper hand once again.

Sure enough, Callum felt a little discomfited. However, a sudden thought flashed across his mind. So, he went straight to the
front, smiled, and wrapped his arm around Elspeth. "Sorry, I think you have misunderstood. These are my wife and child."
Since the hostess had never imagined such a scenario would occur to her, she immediately fell into a daze. "U-Uhm..."
What the hell?! This makes me look as if I'm a two-timing and promiscuous woman! As Elspeth thought of this, her face instantly
reddened with embarrassment, and she hurriedly broke away from Callum's restrictions. "Okay. Let's just head inside."
Although Callum was slightly dejected at the sudden loss of warmth in his arms, a sense of joy swiftly emerged in his heart when
he remembered Elspeth didn't deny the words he said to the hostess just now. Thus, he immediately shot a glare at Slevin.
The hostess had no choice but to guide the four of them into the restaurant. Fortunately, Slevin had reserved a private dining
room. This way, they could avoid plenty of awkward situations.
Once they had taken their seats, a server approached them and handed the menu to Slevin. Yet, Callum immediately took it
away, causing the server to be at a loss instantly. "Mr. Damazio was the one who reserved this room..."
Callum glanced at the dense server out of the corner of his eyes as he said, "I'm the one paying. So, is there a problem?"
When the server realized that he had forgotten about this possibility, he quickly apologized, saying, "I am so sorry. Truly, I am. I'm
not aware that it's going to be your treat..."
Slevin let out a snort at this.
After they finally managed to place their orders and all the dishes were served, Callum once again began expressing his
attentiveness. "Here. Have a taste of this dish. You used to enjoy it in the past.
"This dish is too spicy, so don't try it. That's weird. Did I remember it wrongly? I thought you couldn't handle spicy foods."
"Oh, and this too. I've just tasted it, and it's a bit too sweet. So, let's just leave it and taste some other dishes."
Elspeth was slightly at a loss as she looked at the ardent look on his face. "Callum, don't just keep filling my plates with these

dishes. You should have some too."
"It's okay. I'm not that hungry." Not once did Callum take his eyes off her. It was as if he wanted to use this opportunity to make
up for the loss he had to endure for the past few years.
Elspeth felt her heart turning heavy at his enthusiasm. Right now, I have lost my memory and can't remember anything from the
past at all. Yet, judging from how Callum cherishes me so dearly, I suppose we were indeed a loving couple in the past. After all,
not only did he not give up, but he even looked for me day and night in those years when I had inexplicably gone missing. It was
with that thought that she realized she couldn't bear to say anything to reject his intimacy.
Callum's gleam of hope intensified when he vaguely saw tears glistening in her eyes. Just when he supposedly wanted to take
advantage of the wonderful atmosphere to continue expressing his feelings, Slevin, who sat next to him, immediately interrupted
with a cough, bringing them back to reality. "How can she enjoy her dinner when you keep talking to her?" His words successfully
reduced Callum to silence.
Just then, Damian, who had been indulging in his food and paid no attention to the situation, finally looked up. As he rubbed his
stomach in satisfaction, he turned around and said to Slevin, "Uncle Slevin, I'm full. But since Mommy has still yet to touch her
food, I don't want her to take me home. I don't know this man well, so can you take me home instead?"
Slevin clearly didn't take his unintentional words to heart. Instead, he genuinely thought Damian was really sleepy and wanted to
go to bed.
As he gazed at the practically untouched food on Elspeth's plate, he eventually nodded, albeit slightly begrudgingly. "Okay. I will
take you home while your mommy continues with her dinner. Then, I will return and pick her up."
With that, Slevin grabbed Damian's school bag and rose to his feet. Damian quickly followed and while everyone wasn't paying
attention to him, he mischievously blinked at Callum.