He wanted to ask Emily Clark if she wanted to order something to eat. Emily Clark nodded, “Yes, I need help! Excuse me, is there a boy here named ‘Ethan Carter’? He’s about five feet ten inches tall…” Emily Clark gestured, trying to make herself as clear as possible.

However, the Chinese waiter still didn’t know who she was talking about. He had no choice but to call over another colleague. As soon as that person heard, he understood: “Oh, you’re looking for Brian Carter, right?”

Emily Clark nodded.

“He’s not here with us.”

“But I saw him handing out this…” Emily Clark showed the slip in her hand.

The other person didn’t take it, just nodded, “He’s only responsible for handing out flyers. The rest of the time, he works at another bar.”

“Do you know which bar it is?” Emily Clark asked politely.

The person frowned and thought for a moment, then said to Emily Clark, “I vaguely remember him mentioning it… seems like it’s called Dons? Dons Pub.”

Hearing this name, Emily Clark’s eyes lit up instantly. She smiled, thanked the two helpful Chinese waiters, and said goodbye.

Watching Emily Clark’s curvy figure as she walked away, the two Chinese waiters leaned together and laughed, “Brian Carter is impressive, huh? He’s only been in the UK for less than a year, and he’s already picked up a British girl. Good job!”

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Emily Clark stood at the entrance of Dons Pub, looking at the carved doors and windows, the iron railings, and the frosted large glass windows. Peering inside from the entrance, she could see the heavy oak tables and chairs, the dark brown, gleamingly painted bar counter, and rows upon rows of sparkling glasses.

All of this felt familiar and nostalgic to her. Of course, the most familiar was the sign hanging above the door, which read “Dons Pub.” This was the “Dons Pub” the Chinese waiter had mentioned—in fact, it was “Duns Pub.”

She had spent five wonderful years here.

Today was Saturday, the busiest day for the bar. But since it had just opened, there weren’t many people inside yet. Emily Clark strolled in and walked straight to the bar. At the entrance, she had already spotted that yellow-skinned face, and she was sure that the Chinese boy in front of her was the “Brian Carter” that Olivia Harris had mentioned.

“What would you like?” Brian Carter asked out of habit when he saw a customer approach.

“A pint of Guinness, please.” Emily Clark ordered her beer with practiced ease, then sat on a high stool in front of the bar, watching Brian Carter pour the drink with great interest.

He placed a glass with the Guinness harp logo under the tap, tilted the glass, then opened the tap. The beer foam poured out, hitting the harp logo just right. When the beer reached the harp logo, he turned off the tap, set the glass upright, and put it aside.

At this moment, another customer had come over to buy a drink. He wanted a very ordinary pale ale, and Brian Carter poured it for him skillfully and handed it over.

After finishing up, he turned back, picked up the glass again, waited a bit longer, then placed it under the tap and opened it just a little. This time, only white foam came out. He let the foam flow until it rose just above the rim of the glass, wobbling as if it might spill over at any moment.

After completing all these steps, he placed the glass on the counter, “Your Guinness.”

Emily Clark put four one-pound coins on the counter, then picked up the large glass and downed half of it in one go. The icy alcohol slid down her throat, and she couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan, then wiped the foam from her lips. Not only had the decor and the bar’s name stayed the same, even the taste of the beer hadn’t changed.

She didn’t rush to finish the rest of the pint. Instead, she gently touched the cold glass with one hand, used the other as a pillow for her chin, and lay on the bar watching Brian Carter with a smile.

Brian Carter felt a bit uneasy under her gaze. Although she was beautiful, he didn’t know her. A strange beauty staring at him and smiling after drinking—his first thought was that this woman was drunk. If she wanted to hook up after getting drunk, should he righteously refuse or play it by ear and decide later? But then again, this woman really was stunning… golden hair, a high, straight nose, a smooth forehead, flawless fair skin without a trace of the freckles so common among Western girls. But what drew the most attention were her moist red lips and lake-blue eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, as if inviting sin, while her lake-blue eyes seemed to reflect the sky, pure and spotless.

Just as Brian Carter was lost in his thoughts under Emily Clark’s gaze, a voice called out from the other side.

“Aha! Look who it is! Our princess—Emily Clark is back!”