Gabriel was about to say something when the driver stopped the car. “Mr. Fulton, we’ve arrived at the restaurant.” 

As the group entered the private room, Gabriel was worried Andrea might get cold sitting under the air conditioner, so he switched her seat, poured her hot tea, and even warmed her hands. He indeed seemed like the perfect husband until the restaurant manager suddenly walked in respectfully with a gift. 

The manager pushed the door open and stood respectfully in front of Gabriel, Hannah, and Anthony. 

“Mr. Fulton, Mrs. Fulton, and Mr. Anthony, this is your 99th visit to our restaurant. You celebrated your wedding anniversary here last year today. This year, we’ve prepared an anniversary gift and a celebration cake to wish your family a happy life for years to come.” The manager then handed the gift over, but no one took it, and a deadly sense of silence filled the room. 

While the manager was puzzled, Andrea suddenly burst out laughing. It was this laugh that brought Gabriel back to his senses. 

He furiously pushed the manager’s gift away, pointed at Andrea, and said coldly, “What nonsense are you spouting? She’s just my secretary. This one is my wife. And what do you mean by 99th visit? Is your memory faulty? This is the first time my family has come to this restaurant!” 

The restaurant manager looked back and forth between Andrea and Hannah in disbelief. “But I…” 

“Enough! Get out!” Gabriel’s expression was filled with warning and impatience this time. 

The manager came to his senses and quickly apologized. “I’m sorry. It was my mistake.” 

After the manager left, Gabriel immediately grabbed Andrea’s hand, his eyes full of panic. “Andrea, don’t overthink it. It’s really my first time at this restaurant.” He then looked toward Anthony. 

“Yeah, Mom.” Anthony also sat beside Andrea and nervously clung to her arm. “It’s really the first time Dad has brought me here. If I’m lying, my pants will start burning!” 

Hannah watched Gabriel and Anthony anxiously try to appease Andrea, and jealousy flickered in her eyes. She dug her nails into her palm, but soon let go. 

Hannah forced a smile. “Yeah, Mrs. Fulton. Please don’t let the manager’s statement drive a wedge between you and Mr. Fulton. This is a high-end restaurant. How could I have come here with him?” 

Looking at the trio before her, Andrea’s gaze was full of sarcasm. 

When they had just entered the restaurant, a waiter promptly greeted them and led them to their usual private room, and served their usual dishes without them saying anything. No one would believe it was their first time here after everything that had happened. 

However, Andrea did not expose them. She only said flatly, “Got it. Let’s eat first.” 

She did not want to dwell on it, but she realized there was not a single dish on the table she could eat when she stretched out her cutlery. Everything was spicy, which she could not handle. However, it happened to be Hannah’s favorite.