Chapter 498

At that moment, Rowan's voice softened, taking on a calm, relaxed tone. "Oliver, I need to talk to you."

It had been ages since Oliver had heard Rowan sound so peaceful.

Without giving it much thought, Oliver responded, his voice cold and indifferent, "What do you want?"

Rowan glanced at Sydney and smiled. "Oliver, are you free tomorrow? Come over for dinner. I remember you love my homemade meatloaf. How about you join us for a meal in the evening?"

Both Rowan and Sydney expected Oliver to agree, but they were taken aback by his icy reply.

"Do you even remember what day it is tomorrow? Rowan, how on earth did my mom fall for you? How did a cold, heartless, ungrateful man like you win her over?"

Rowan's face turned red with embarrassment and anger. Unable to hold it in, he roared, "Oliver, you're completely out of line to speak to me like that!"

"And why shouldn't I be? You don't even remember my mom's anniversary. You only deserve to be spoken to like this!"

Sydney was stunned; she had also forgotten the significance of the following day. Clearly, Rowan had forgotten too.

Oliver scoffed, "Can't remember my mom's anniversary, but I bet you remember Sydney and Dominic's, right?"

Before Rowan could lash out, Oliver had already hung up.

The bodyguard quickly snatched the phone away, cursing his mistake and hoping Mr. Oliver wouldn't hold it against him.

Back in his room, Rowan, seething with anger, smashed the water glass on the table.

He turned around and pointed at Sydney, cursing nonstop. "This is all your fault! What kind of lousy idea was that? Happy to see me get chewed out by Oliver?" Sydney felt wronged. Rowan didn't remember the day, and neither did she!

She approached Rowan, her voice as soft as a gentle spring breeze, utterly soothing. "Rowan, don't be angry. It's my fault. I forgot about tomorrow." Rowan's face was stormy as he sat on the couch, fuming.

After a lot of sweet talk from Sydney, Rowan's mood finally improved.

Once Rowan fell asleep, Sydney grabbed her phone and slipped into another room, whispering into the receiver. "Rowan's becoming useless. You need to speed things up on your end. At this rate, the Baldwin family might slip through our fingers."

...

After work, Oliver went to pick up Josefina, and they headed to a restaurant together.

As she got into the car, Oliver immediately handed her a cup of milk tea.

Josefina laughed, "Oliver, why'd you buy me another milk tea?"

"It's a new flavor. Wasn't sure if you'd like it, so I thought you might like to try it."

Oliver popped a straw into the milk tea and handed it to Josefina.

She took a sip, her face lighting up with pleasure, a clear sign she enjoyed it. "It's delicious, thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll get you all the new flavors that come out."

With a smile in her eyes, Josefina took another sip of her milk tea.

...

Arriving at the restaurant, they walked in together.

Oliver had reserved a private dining room, which was quiet and intimate.

"Josie, take a look at the menu. Order whatever you like."

Josefina smiled, "Today we're treating Finley to dinner. He should be the one

ordering. It doesn't seem right for me to start."

"He's not picky. Whatever you order, he'll eat, no worries."

Josefina was amused. She chose a couple of her favorite dishes but didn't order more, deciding to wait for Finley to arrive and let him choose.