Forty-Seven

It was already late by the time they were done with their dinner and steeped out of the restaurant.

"Let's stroll a bit towards the park, that's if you wouldn't mind." Andre suggested once they were outside, remembering that the park was just a few steps away from the restaurant.

"And my car?" Laurel asked with concern remembering that a valet collected the keys to help her park the car when she arrived.

"I'll have somebody drive it and follow us behind." Andre assured. "What's the brand?"

"A red Rolls Royce." She offered.

"Hmmm, nice taste."

"Actually, David's choice."

"Oh, Mr Edward. That's... Wow..." He replied showing his speechlessness.

Laurel just scoffed and kept quiet walking in slowly which made Andre also slow down his pace.

"So...David, only cos you're his baby mama?" He asked all of a sudden.

"What other reason might there be?" She asked.