Chapter 786: Hermione's Wild Thoughts
The restaurant was a public place after all, so Hermione didn't rest for too long.
By the time the waiter came up quietly with the dessert for the second time, she had already sat up and leaned her head on Vincent's shoulder.
The dessert carefully prepared by Hell's Kitchen is a Pavlova cake with raspberry curd and chocolate-dipped strawberries as the main ingredients.
At the bottom is a thick layer of white cream, in the middle is dark red raspberry curd, the bottom of the strawberries above is wrapped in solidified chocolate, and the surface is evenly sprinkled with chocolate and rose petal crumbs.
Hermione straightened up and stared at the light, romantic and creative dessert in front of her.
She held the spoon motionlessly, as if she was reluctant to do so.
Vincent scooped up a strawberry and said, "Come on, open your mouth."
His other hand was spread out on the bottom of the spoon, holding the strawberry towards Hermione's mouth.
After just one bite, she found it too sweet.
"You can try it too." She scooped a strawberry with her spoon and handed it to Vincent's mouth.
It's not just sweet, it's extremely sweet.
Hermione picked up the napkin and gently wiped the cream that accidentally stained the corner of his mouth.
Vincent looked at her extremely serious and focused face, and suddenly felt that the dessert he had just swallowed was not very sweet after all.
"What's wrong?" Hermione put down her napkin and blushed a little when he looked at her.
Vincent leaned closer to her, "I think you're sweeter than dessert."
Hermione shyly scooped up another strawberry, "Really? Then you should eat more."
Although the dessert was not large in portion, it took the two of them half an hour to finish it.
It's 9:40 pm now.
The other table of guests on the second floor of the restaurant had finished their meal and left long ago, otherwise Hermione would not have dared to feed the entire dessert to Vincent.
"Let's go back."
"Ah."
While swiping the card on the first floor, Chef Gordon had just finished his work in the kitchen.
He took the initiative to step forward and greeted them, "You two, are you satisfied with today's dinner?"
Vincent looked at Hermione, and she smiled sweetly into his eyes, "This should be the most unforgettable dinner in my life."
Compared to the taste of the food, it was obviously the people who made her more memorable.
Gordon covered his chest sadly, "Oh no - it seems my cooking skills need to be improved."
Hermione knew he was joking.
Maybe because she was in a good mood and had drunk some red wine, she actually made a rare joke:
"Chef Ramsay, I think your sense of humor is better than your cooking skills, don't you?"
Gordon couldn't help but nodded, "Beautiful lady, I have always believed so."
He turned to Vincent and winked suggestively, "Mr. Wayne, I won't bother you any more. I wish you a pleasant evening."
Hermione loosened her arms around Vincent slightly, and even her neck turned red.
Gordon smiled apologetically as if he realized something.
He thought Vincent was a playboy who was keen on picking up girls because he drove a sports car to the restaurant to have dinner with the beautiful lady and was so generous with his money.
"Sorry, both of you, it seems my eyesight needs to be improved more urgently."
Vincent nodded at him, indicating that he didn’t need to worry about his previous gaffe, “Chef Ramsay, I hope to taste the food you cook next time.
We will take our leave now, and wish you a pleasant evening as well."
"Thank you." Gordon watched the two leave the restaurant.
Understanding the ways of the world at such a young age, this innocent nobleman once again broke his preconceived impression.
“What an impressive pair of customers…”
Ever since Hermione got into the car, she had become even more nervous than before.
What do couples usually do after a romantic candlelight dinner on a date?
Hold hands, take a walk, and chat?
Come on, they are not children anymore.
But this progress is too fast...
Vincent saw her nervousness and couldn't help but laugh softly.
"!!!" Hermione subconsciously became alert.
His laughter got louder. "What on earth are you thinking about?"
"me……"
Vincent stopped laughing, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at her with a playful expression, "I know it even if you don't say it."
He held the steering wheel with one hand and slowly reached out to her with the other.
Just as she closed her eyes nervously, he flicked her forehead lightly with his finger.
"Stop thinking about it. Manchester is quite far from London. I have to concentrate on driving."
Hermione covered her forehead pitifully, "It's not my fault, it's all because of Chef Ramsay..."
Vincent pretended to be angry, "That's right, I don't have any good eyesight. Do I look like one of those vulgar people who drives a sports car and picks up girls everywhere?"
Hermione giggled at his amusement.
In fact, Gordon was not wrong. If he had to blame someone, he should blame Vincent for acting like a playboy.
She could imagine him taking out his credit card as soon as he entered the restaurant, and then asking the lobby manager and the chef to carefully prepare a candlelight dinner for him.
Vincent raised his voice slightly, "Do I look like him? Not really."
Hermione held her stomach and tried hard to hold back her laughter. "One thing. If you comb your hair, you'll look more like Malfoy."
A foul-mouthed blond young master with no self-awareness?
Disgusting, so disgusting.
Vincent slowed down the car and pretended to be nauseated. "If you comb your hair back too much, it will cause your hairline to move up. I will never wear this hairstyle in my life."
Hermione couldn't help laughing.
The nearly one-hour drive was filled with laughter.
Vincent parked the car outside the Grangers' house and considerately unbuckled Hermione's seat belt.
"Here we are."
"Yeah." She looked at him reluctantly as he got out of the car and opened the door for her.
"what happened?"
Hermione shook her head and put her small hand on the large hand that Vincent extended to her.
She was very satisfied with her first date with him, and it would have been even better if they could have spent more time together.
Vincent returned to the car, holding the morning tulips, "Come on in, Uncle Chris and Aunt Jane should be starting to get worried."
Hermione held it tightly to her chest, "Okay."
She took a few steps toward the house, then suddenly turned around and jogged back.
She stood on tiptoe with a blushing face and kissed Vincent gently on the face, "Thank you, I like everything you prepared for me today."
After saying that, she ran into the house without looking back.
Vincent stood there in a daze, still not recovering from the soft touch on his face.
Hermione is so bold, she actually dares to do this in front of her own house...
Unprepared, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he looked up at the dark second floor of Granger's house.
He waited until a light came on before getting in the car.
Hermione hid by the window of the room and continued to fan her hot face with her little hands until the car drove away.
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