Chapter 2

“Alright, let's play a game. If I guess right, you let me on the clock. If not, I'll do as the lady commands.”

Harry Malan smirked, his expression unreadable as he fixed his gaze on Linda Henry.

“Fine, let's play. I'm curious to see what you've got.”

Linda Henry pouted and actually didn't believe Harry Malan.

Just the charming face made Harry Malan stare intently, and Linda Henry's cheeks flushed slightly, turning away from Harry Malan's gaze immediately.

"Well, I think, Miss, you have quite a few suitors." Harry Malan's lips neared Linda Henry's ear.

And with a magnetic voice, he added: "But I guess, Miss, that you're only interested in me."

"Hmph." Linda Henry couldn't help but cover her mouth with a laugh, though her small face grew even redder as she looked at Harry Malan, whose handsome yet mysterious face stirred her heart.

To actually be moved?

"Cough cough, so the point is."

Harry Malan coughed solemnly twice and said in a low voice, "Miss, though you move me, you cannot do as you please."

"Hmm, who said that?" Linda Henry pursed her lips.

Take a look at the divine victory in Harry Malan's eyes, she laughed lightly, "Sorry, tonight this little lady, I choose you."

"What?" Hillary Morris was stunned.

Harry Malan actually managed to charm this little rich girl with just a few words?

"Well then, I'll spend the night with you, Miss."

"You better not disappoint me!" Linda Henry was indeed taken in by Peter Malan and readily agreed.

"If Miss is satisfied." Harry Malan raised his glass and gently clinked it with Linda Henry.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Hillary Morris: "Hillary, do you prefer it hot or cold?"

"Go to hell, Harry Malan, I'm definitely going to make you eat something hot today, just wait."

Hillary Morris, furious, glared at Harry Malan and left with harsh words.

Harry Marlan's lips curled slightly. If you owed the young master, there was no way to escape, this shit, Hillary Morris was determined to eat today.

"Back on his word, such a person is too disgusting."

Seeing Hillary Morris break her promise so unscrupulously, Linda Henry scolded her heartily.

"Haha, miss, you have a strange sense of humor? Do you really want to see him eat shit in public?"

Harry Malan's enigmatic expression appeared again in an instant, staring eerily at Linda Henry, who blinked her small eyes and in turn stared intently at Harry Malan.

"Respected therapist, is that all?"

"Cough cough, let me tell you something scary."

Linda Henry stared intently, Harry Malan again exuding a mysterious aura, piquing Linda Henry's curiosity.

"What terrible thing?" Curiosity piqued, Linda Henry immediately pressed further questions to Harry Malan.

"Just now, I was also slightly smitten with you, Miss!"

Harry Malan said, grabbing Linda Henry's delicate hand and pressing it to his chest: "I feel it, right now it's like a thousand does are jumping around in my heart."

"Thump thump..."

At this moment, Linda Henry didn't know if what Harry Malan said was true.

Instead, her heart raced, it was the first time a man had held her hand and made her feel inside.

"Miss, would you mind if I also took a look at your heart?"

Seeing Linda Henry taken in, Harry Malan .

“Alright, let's see?”

Linda Henry, who initially didn't believe in superstition, seemed to have fallen deep into it now.

Combined with the effects of alcohol and the dim red lighting, staring into Harry Malan's bright eyes, Linda Henry suddenly felt as if she were in love?

“No, no, no, what if I accidentally discover that the lady truly has sincere feelings for me? What then?”

Harry Malan swayed with the flow and against it, quickly shook his head.

"Heh, then you can follow me home, to anger my dad."

Linda Henry pouted her small mouth, laughing foolishly.

At this moment, does it really feel that love is so good?

“Hey, hey, look, the problem is, miss, you got drunk tonight, must be some trouble at home?”

Harry Malan thought he would have to put in some effort, but Linda Henry smiled and the truth just slipped out?

Harry Malan was a principled waiter, how could he fall for a customer?

“Hmm, I don’t see anything wrong with free love,” Linda Henry thought as Harry Malan revealed her thoughts, and she took a drink from her glass.

“What era do you think it is, and my dad still makes me marry an unmarried man who’s not even the one I love? He’s coming here in a few days, how can I let him take advantage of me?”

Linda Henry, with a vacant look in her eyes, pouted and complained to Harry Malan.

Unconsciously, Linda Henry’s soft body pressed close to Harry Malan, almost making Harry Malan lose control.

“Can this make it cheaper for him? We must say NO to arranged marriage!”

Linda Henry's words also struck a nerve in Harry Malan. Damn it, if that old thing arranged a fiancée for him tonight, he wouldn't...

“Hey, miss, why don't we both do each other a favor?”

Harry Malan saying he won't come out is just bullshit.

Moreover! Dealing with the guests, it doesn't count as going against one's childhood aspiration, does it?

"This is not allowed." Linda Henry, though slightly smitten with Harry Malan.

But it hasn't reached this limit.

She added, "If only you were from a noble family too, but unfortunately, you can't understand me, children of prominent families are really no good."

Linda Henry mocked herself, her eyes helpless and lonely. This marriage was arranged by her grandfather, and his words were like divine orders. Even after his death, no one could shake them.

If she defied him, she would be banished from the clan.

With all this bitterness, Linda Henry had no one to turn to, and could only raise her glass, drinking the entire glass of red wine.

"Miss, why worry? Since there's nothing you can defy, it's better to pretend to obey while secretly resisting."

Harry Malan saw Linda Henry's sorrow and offered her a solution.

It cannot be avoided, can it? One cannot even play the field? A fake marriage is the way.

"Okay, you're right," Linda Henry was soothed by Harry Malan, and her heart relaxed slightly.

But worry cannot be solved with words alone. After another cup of bitter wine, Linda Henry lamented in anger: "Even if it's a fake marriage, how can one live with someone who feels nothing?"

“This word, deeply touches my heart!”

Harry Malan also felt a pain in his heart, damn, the young master is so free and easy every day.

What kind of damn fiancée did that old thing arrange? With a loud thud, Harry Malan and Linda Henry clinked their glasses.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the door of the private room was kicked open, Linda Henry frowned, looking at the furious Hillary Morris, wanting to give her a lesson.

Just Harry Malan looked up and showed his impatience, speaking first.

"Get lost, you want to eat shit now, but I don't want to give you a chance to ruin my mood."

"Eat shit? I'll serve you a bowl of it today, if you have the guts, come out."

Hillary Morris lost face in front of the beauty and had to make it up. With a cold sneer, she revealed a fierce look. Hmph, come out and see if I don't kill you.

“Pretty considerate, afraid of upsetting the beauty, okay.”

Harry Malan glanced disdainfully at Hillary Morris and followed her out with a snort.

Upon reaching the restroom, a group of social youths in sneakers, tight pants, and colorful arm tattoos surrounded Harry Malan...