<b>Chapter </b><b>710 </b>


    Oliver was usually fine since he took care of most things whenever he spent time with N and Mason. N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Meanwhile, Damon wasn’t typically the considerate type. Today, though, he kept asking her if she was tired, if she wanted to rest, or if she needed something to eat.


    By noon, N felt that dealing with two men was more exhausting than work.


    As they left the zoo, she wore an expression of fatigue, mentally resolving never to let Damon and Oliver take Mason out together again.


    However, Mason seemed blissfully unaware of the tension between Damon and Oliver. His little face was flushed with excitement.


    “Daddy, Uncle Oliver, you have to take me out to y again!” he eximed.


    “Sure!” both men replied simultaneously, exchanging nces before looking away in annoyance.


    Before long, it was time to eat.


    N just wanted to finish her meal and send the two men on their way.


    To her surprise, as soon as they sat down in the restaurant, they ran into Vrie.


    Vrie looked shocked as she ran over to N and leaned in to whisper, “N, how did I not notice before how amazing you are? You’ve managed to get Damon and Oliver to coexist peacefully!”


    N felt a headacheing on, but now wasn’t the time to exin. She could only nod vaguely.


    “What are you doing here? This restaurant is over six miles from your ce.”


    Usually, Vrie had someone drive her anywhere over two miles.


    She smiled sheepishly. “I came here to eat with a friend. I just wanted to say hi. I can’t chat right now.”


    “Okay,” N replied.


    Watching Vrie walk away, N turned back to the two men sitting across from her.


    “Have you decided what to order?” she asked.


    “Yeah, I ordered these two dishes,” Oliver replied, handing the menu to N.


    Damon ced his menu on top of Oliver’s and added, “I’ve chosen too.”


    Oliver gave him a displeased look. “Mr. Sumner, do you know what ‘firste, first served‘ means?”


    “If you really understood ‘firste, first served‘, you’d let me order first,” Damon retorted, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “After all, Buddy is the one who asked toe to the zoo with me. You’re the one who forced your way in.”


    “Mr. Sumner, 1-” Oliver started, but N could no longer hold her tongue.


    “Enough!” she snapped, tossing the menu back at them. “Just tell the server what you want. What’s the point of handing the menu to me?”


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    The two men had been at each other all morning, and now they couldn’t even eat in peace.


    They exchanged nces<b>, </b>realizing that N was angry and fell silent.


    After they ced their orders, the rest of the meal passed without conversation.


    Mason, happily eating his dessert, nced at the three adults, feeling that today’s n had failed. He decided he’d have toe up with a better strategy next time.


    After they finished eating, Oliver offered to take N and Mason home, but she declined.


    “You’re tired enough as it is, and you’ve spent all morning with Buddy. Just head home and rest,” she said.


    As Damon was about to jump in with his own offer, N turned to him. “And you, be quiet. I don’t want to see either of you right now. Buddy and I will just take a taxi home.”