Chapter 19 Kaneeta's heart skipped a beat again . Couldn't Woodrow just drop it ? " About last night … I'm sorry , " Woodrow said . She was stunned for a second before smiling , " Don't . It wasn't your fault." Indeed , she was a bit embarrassed , but she never thought he was to blame . He was a victim , in fact . " Have you found out who did this to you ? " she asked . " Yes . " He nodded , " Don't worry . " 152600 2 A 4 A rival of the Hartwell Group had sent someone from Roseburn . Knowing he would dine at that restaurant last night , the person bribed a waiter to tamper with his drinks . The original plan was to take him away after the booze kicked in and place him in a room with a woman to frame him for rape . Fortunately , he soon realized something was off and left early . Since no one else had touched his drinks , they were spared from the mess . And he was indeed lucky - the drug had no side effects . Combined with his strong constitution , he had fully recovered after resting for a night . Since he didn't go into details , she didn't ask much . She said gently , " Alright then . " " " I wanna express my gratitude to you formally ! " He gazed at her , his eyes dark with unspoken emotions . " About last night … Thank you . " " Don't mention it ." She shook her head . " You helped me before . Besides , at the entrance just then … If it weren't for you , I … " Her face turned pale as her voice trailed off . Woodrow's gaze swept over her right leg when she wasn't looking . He had already figured out something . However , he chose to remain silent , for he didn't want to reopen her old wound . " Have you had breakfast ? " he asked , changing the subject . Hearing this , she instinctively answered , " Not yet ." Elliott called her right after she got up , and then she came here straight . " Me neither . " He picked up his jacket . " Let's go , Ms. Drayton . After what we've been through , at least … let me buy you breakfast . " He seemed so solemn , which amused Kaneeta . She said , " Sure . Why not ? Mr. Hartwell ." Though remaining expressionless , he curved his lips slightly as he turned around . He drove her to a private restaurant at the foot of a mountain . She had heard about this place before . Rumors had it that the breakfast here was amazing , but the owner was a peculiar one . He only opened the restaurant when he felt like it , and breakfast sometimes ran out early . And that happened to make people even more curious about the restaurant . She had never been here before . After all , work had consumed nearly all her time , and she had just wanted to collapse during her rare free moments . She'd never had the luxury to come here just for breakfast . A's Woodrow opened the car door for her , the scent of mountain mist mixed with fresh morning dew greeted her . She looked up and saw the sign " Cloud Nine Eatery " , its edges blurred by the damp morning fog . A middle - aged man walked toward them . " It's been a while , Mr. Hartwell ," he smiled . " How long has it been since you last dined here ? Three years , perhaps ? " " Hello ." Woodrow nodded at him slightly . As the man turned to Kaneeta , he arched an eyebrow , seeming slightly surprised . " Mr. Hartwell , this is … " He wanted to ask if Kaneeta was Woodrow's girlfriend , but worried he might be presuming . One thing was certain , though- they were clearly made for each other .