Kapitel 867: Miscarriage

The aroma of lemongrass and ginger hung heavy in the air as Tom and Lucy exited the bustling Thai restaurant, brown paper bags filled with their dinner for the evening securely clutched in their hands.

Lucy inhaled deeply, her stomach growling in anticipation.

"That smells heavenly. I can't wait to dig in," she said, her eyes sparkling with delight. "I'm starving."

Tom chuckled, nudging her playfully with his elbow. "You wouldn't be so famished if you hadn't insisted on those Danish cookies earlier instead of my cuisine."

Lucy stuck out her tongue, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Are you sure you want us to talk about that disaster? I'm trying hard to forget about it."

"Whatever," Tom muttered as they got into the car.