The Woman From Hell novel (Wanda and Theo) novel Chapter 1575

The boss finally thought of doing business, yet I was frozen.

I hesitated slightly and could only ask a follow-up question, "Boss, what do you have here?"

The man smiled slightly and looked around the store. "I have coffee, wine, and books here. Today, you came at a bad time. Usually, I would still have customers here at this hour."

I laughed. Which store would not have customers?

Yet there was no boss like him.

"So, this is a cafe that sells alcohol?" I tried to define this small store.

The owner pondered for a moment."

Actually, I don't know what I sell here. I have regulars here too, but they all come here for different purposes, some for wine, some for coffee, some for dinner, and some choose to come here to catch up with friends.

"Some just like to read under the sun like I do. Others just come here to enjoy peace and quiet for hours. I don't know how to properly label this little store of mine."

I nodded. "No wonder you named it so." It turned out that the second half of the name had not been thought of yet.

I thought about it, and this was probably what made this store special.

"Yes. If you're a first-time customer, I’ll choose to let you pick your own drink. You can order from the menu or help yourself."

He pointed his finger, and I followed it to see the bar where the drinks were made.

It was probably because he saw that I had my Munchkin with me, so he did not recommend any alcohol to me.

I nodded and remembered how fascinated he was when he was reading his book earlier. I did not have the heart to continue to disturb him.

"Then you go on. I'll just help myself."

The boss smiled and nodded. After that, he did not make any more courtesies with me, sat down directly, and started reading again.

It was not that I did not like to read, but I just felt that I would be here only for a while today.

If I came across a book that I liked but did not have the opportunity to finish reading it, it would be very regrettable. Hence, I simply picked up a magazine to entertain myself.

I did not know how long had passed, but when I looked up again to relax, I saw a familiar figure on the side of the road.

It was Cindy.

At first, I thought I was mistaken, but after a closer look, it was really her.

Just as she was before, she wore high-end clothing from this season's collection of a certain brand. She walked in the wind, looking sultry but also a little wretched.

Her hair was swaying in the wind. She clutched her arms and looked very lonely.

It seemed that because my gaze was too warm, Cindy, who was in the distance, suddenly raised her head and looked at me.