But he just happens to meet my mom's standards. Should I just choose him and marry him? No, no, no. I can't be such a scumbag.
The pretty boy noticed my gaze and quickly let go of my hand, stammered, "Well... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
I slightly shook my head. "It's okay. I think..."
At this time, another man's voice suddenly sounded. "Table 4? Yeah, here. Hello, Miss. Are you Isabel Calvert?"
A gentle and elegant man politely asked me so, and I was completely confused.
"Yes, I am. What's the matter?" I replied.
"Hello, Miss Calvert. I'm your blind date today, Gordon Fowler."
Hearing his words, I was shocked and confused.
"You are my blind date? Then who is he?" My gaze wandered between the two men in front of me.
At the same time, I exclaimed in my heart, Seriously? What the hell is going on? Can someone explain this to me?
Oh, this is so embarrassing! This is definitely not my lucky day today.
"Isabel, I'm Trey Fowler, Adriana Fowler's younger brother. Didn't she tell you that we are celebrating her birthday together today?" The pretty boy, Trey, looked at me with his innocent eyes.
I complained in my heart, Damn it. Then why didn't you make it clear to me in the first place? So, you two have the same surname, Fowler? Wow. You two must be brothers or something. I must look like a fool in your eyes.
"Isabel, I'm here!" Adriana came.
Hearing Adriana's voice, I felt a little helpless, thinking, Fine. Another fool is coming. So, this is real, huh?
I asked Adriana, "Adriana, why didn't you tell me that your brother has returned to the country?"
I rolled up my sleeves, on the edge of a rampage. If Adriana didn't give me a sound reason, I swore I would teach her a good lesson today.
Adriana replied, "Come on, you didn't read the message, did you? I sent you a message this morning, and you didn't reply. I thought you had no problem with it."
Looking at the innocent expression on her face, I then took out my phone from my pocket. It was dead...
So, I could blame no one but myself. Instantly, my anger dissipated.
Feeling helpless, I looked up at Gordon.
"Mr. Fowler, you have also seen what's going on here. I'm really sorry. I'll treat you to a meal next time as an apology."
"It's okay, Miss Calvert. Let's have a meal together another day," Gordon smiled gentlemanly.
"Thank you, Mr. Fowler. You are such a nice man."
Seeing Gordon being so considerate, I felt a little touched.