Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 902-“But I hope my daughter won’t be a coward who only knows how to run away from things.”

“But I hope my daughter won’t be a coward who only knows how to run away from things.”

Napoleon walked off after having said what he wanted to say.

Narissa tried to explain herself, but in the end, nothing came out. She had no choice but to get out of bed and do as told.

Twenty minutes had already passed by the time she started heading downstairs. She paused at the stairs and realized that both her parents had gone out. There was only a man in a gray suit sitting on the couch in the living room. He seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.

Narissa marched down the stairs reluctantly and walked over to the back of the couch before greeting politely, “Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long.”

Her eyes kept wandering as she did not wish to look the other person in the eye.

“Do you still remember me, Rissie?”

The familiar nickname sparked a long-forgotten memory. Narissa raised her head. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw the man’s face.

“Gale? Why are you here?”

Gale Myres was the son of the Cubers’ family friend. He was eight years older than Narissa. When they were younger, he would often take her out to play and introduced all sorts of extreme sports to her. Later, they slowly lost contact when Gale went abroad.

Since then, Gale had become a lot more dignified. The air of masculinity that emanated from him was very appealing as his tall figure and muscular physique made him even manlier than before.

“Who else do you think it would’ve been?” Gale’s voice was rich and mesmerizing.

“Wasn’t it supposed to be someone from BJ Biotech?” Narissa asked.

“Don’t you remember? My paternal aunt’s the wife of the president of BJ Biotech. I’m here in my cousin’s place,” Gale explained calmly.

“So are you the one who’s here to be matchmade, or is it supposed to be your cousin?” Narissa was a lot more relaxed now. She was eager for gossip instead.

“That’s not important. What’s most important is that neither my cousin nor I intend to form a marriage alliance. I always believe that love should be the basis of marriage, so you don’t have to scour your brain to come up with excuses to avoid meeting me,” Gale explained with a smile.

“Really?” Narissa’s joy was written all over her face.

“When have I ever lied to you?” Gale’s tone was full of affection.

“Yay!” Narissa clapped happily.

“Are you so happy to not marry me?” Gale wasn’t sure how he should be reacting to this. “Could you not make it so obvious? I’d feel hurt, you know?”

“Hehe.” Narissa clutched Gale’s arm and pouted like a little kid. “Gale, you’re like a brother to me, so you won’t be angry with your little sister, right?”

Gale ruffled her hair and didn’t deny it. “I heard that you’ve been keeping to your room for quite some time now. Why don’t I take you out for some fun?”

“You read my mind, Gale!”

but she couldn’t find a suitable excuse all this while, so why would

“Let’s go, Princess Narissa.”

a fulfilling day with Gale keeping her

had fallen by the time they returned to Cuber

in, and she even

Gale nodded

back. “Did you two have a good

to worry about me getting depression if you let Gale

going up now. I want to take a shower and get ready for bed. Goodnight,

her old, wild self again. She said whatever she wanted to say

Rissa get along pretty well,”

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brought up hesitantly to see what Gale’s attitude toward

and try to set the

Napoleon was

going then. Goodbye, Mr.

“Yes, go on.”

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