The IVF Secret That Shook a Dynasty novel Chapter 402

Joseph chuckled. “Just come up and ride with me. The restaurant isn’t far, and parking over there is a nightmare.”

“Alright, then.” Vivica turned off the engine, got out of her car, and headed back to the elevator.

“Don’t park right at the entrance to my company,” she instructed. “Drive a little further up. There’s a subway station entrance there. I’ll meet you there.”

Vivica still preferred to keep a low profile, even though her colleagues were already whispering that she was some kind of heiress and knew she was wealthy.

“It’s freezing out. You want to walk that far?”

“It’s fine. Just drive over, okay?” Vivica said before hanging up. She assumed Joseph would do as she asked, but she had severely overestimated his willingness to follow orders.

After walking out of her office building, Vivica headed straight for the subway station, expecting her husband to be waiting there. But she hadn't gone far when a sleek black luxury car silently pulled up beside her.

The window rolled down, revealing a handsome, sharp-featured face.

Joseph smiled faintly, inquiring with the air of a perfect gentleman, “Need a lift, miss?”

Vivica jumped, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw him. “You… How could you—”

She started to ask why he was there but stopped halfway, realizing he had done it on purpose, waiting for her right at the company entrance.

The car was moving at a crawl, holding up traffic behind them. Vivica pressed her lips together, quickly walked around the back of the car, and opened the passenger door.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t get in,” Joseph teased.

As she fastened her seatbelt, Vivica shot him a look. “We agreed you’d pick me up at the subway station.”

Joseph feigned ignorance. “Who’s ‘we’?”

About ten minutes later, the car entered the underground parking garage of a large building.

Vivica had never been here before. “Is there a place to eat here? What kind of food is it?” she asked curiously.

“French. Harvey Murphy recommended it. Said it was worth a try.”

“French food…” Vivica murmured.

“Hmm?” Joseph glanced back at her. “You don’t like it?”

“No, it’s not that. I’ve just never had it before. I’m afraid I won’t know the proper etiquette and I’ll make a fool of myself,” Vivica admitted candidly.

Back when she was with Fletcher Sanford, they could have afforded to eat at a French restaurant, but he had never once suggested it. Perhaps it wasn’t his style, or maybe he thought it was unnecessary. Or maybe he didn't think she was worthy of it.