Flash Marriage: Falling in Love with My Contract HusbandChapter 1 An Awkward Misunderstanding
"I don't wanna go on a blind date! This is so old-fashioned. I won't find any good men by going on blind dates, okay? So Mom, don't waste your time talking me into it."
I was 25 and now being forced by my mom to go on a blind date. I really felt this was ridiculous.
"Anyway, you have to go," my mom said.
"No!" I refused firmly.
"Fine. Then don't regret it," my mom sneered coldly.
Then, she said she wouldn't give me pocket money this week, and I cursed in my heart, Damn it. Not again, Mom. Is there anything else you can do? Anyway, I won't compromise this time. This is really outrageous.
I didn't want to admit it, but in the end, I compromised. Riding my scooter, I went to the place for the blind date with my pajamas and slippers on.
I sat by the window of the coffee shop, feeling bored as I looked outside. I clicked my tongue and muttered impatiently, "What's wrong with that guy? Still hasn't shown up? Looks like he's really crap at appointments and times."
"Hello, are you Miss Calvert?" A pretty boy, who was about 6 feet tall, had eight-pack abs, and dressed in formal attire, suddenly appeared in front of me and reached out his hand towards me.
Looking at him, I whistled in my heart and thought, Oh, yeah. He's my type.
"Hello, I'm Isabel Calvert. You are Mr. Fowler, right?" I immediately reached out to shake hands with him. Somehow, I felt the touch a bit familiar.
I thought to myself, Well. His hand is really nice. But it'll be great if I can touch his abs.
"Miss Calvert? Miss Calvert?" The pretty boy seemed to have sensed my desire through my eager eyes, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.
I cleared my throat and said, "Well, Mr. Fowler, it's a blind date, right? So, let me ask you. Do you have cars, houses, and money?"
At the same time, I sighed in my heart, What a pity. Though he's my type, I hate blind dates. So, goodbye. Seeing him hesitate to speak, I picked up my bag directly and was ready to leave.
The pretty boy hurriedly grabbed my hand and explained, "Miss... Miss Calvert, I only have a two-story villa, a Bentley, and 10 million dollars in savings. But I will work hard to strive for it. Trust me!"
I silently stared at his hand on my wrist, thinking, Only? Damn it. That's a lot, okay?