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    York blurted out, "Let me take you out for dinner!"


    "No need, someone''s already treating me. You''re benched this round."


    With that, she made to bypass him.


    York caught up, "Then, may I drive you there?"


    Leda paused, "For real?"


    "Yeah, yeah!"


    "Alright then, but make it quick."


    Having opted not to drive all week to snag some extra sleep during hermute, Leda was ready for this.


    York, ever the gentleman, opened the passenger door for her, though his efforts were in vain.


    Leda dered, "I''m heading to the back seat. Easier to lie down."


    "Sure thing."


    As York navigated the roads, he couldn''t help but sigh internally.


    Was there a boyfriend in the world better than him? Waiting an hour to pick up his girlfriend, only to drive her to a date with another man?


    But if he didn''t, Leda would be long gone by now.


    Moreover, he was curious about who had mesmerized Leda sopletely that she was rushing to see him right after work!


    Leda settled in the back, "What''s with the sigh?"


    "Did I sigh?" York feigned ignorance.


    "Yeah, just now."


    "You''ve been workingte all week?"


    "That''s right." Leda grabbed a pillow to prop under her neck, finding a morefortable position.Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    "And yet, you find time to y tennis?" York couldn''t hide his sarcasm.


    Leda raised an eyebrow, "Cliff spill the beans?"


    "Humph!"


    "And you have the nerve toin? Cliff, Murray, and your other buddies, have you all lost your minds?"


    "I hire a coach to fix my serve, and Cliff punches him without a word, almost breaking the guy''s nose. Ended up costing me two grand. Is he off his meds like you?"


    "...A coach?"


    "What else?"


    "Heh... nothing... just..."


    Leda was puzzled.


    One second York is sighing, the next he''sughing like a fool. Definitely off his meds.


    York then asked, "You haven''t given me the address. Where to?"


    "Anne''s ce. You know the way, right?"


    "Roseanne? You''re seeing her?!"


    "What else? York, why so many questions?"


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    "How about I book you a luxury spa? I''ll use my mom''s card, get them toe to you."


    Leda eyed the back of his head, her gaze flickering.


    After a moment, she cautiously asked, "You haven''t juste out of an institution, have you?"


    York remained silent.


    Upon reaching the apartment block, Leda happily dashed upstairs.


    Opening the door, she was greeted by the intoxicating aroma of crab cakes, nearly swooning from delight.


    "Quick, quick, quick! I''m having ten!"


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    "Alright then," Roseanne said, bidding her goodbye.


    Stepping out into the alley, Leda was about to book a ride when she spotted a familiar car parked by the curb.


    Approaching, she tapped on the window, curiosity piqued.


    York woke with a start-


    Damn, he''d fallen asleep?


    Leda, arms crossed, looked down at him, "What''s going on with you?"