Let's Get Married

Gladys doesn't mean to embarrass Lily, and Lily is not mad at her. She explains softly, "No, he is just a friend."

"I see." Gladys rubs her hair awkwardly. "Sorry for my mistake. It’s just that I never get the chance to meet your husband."

"It's okay." Lily smiles, "Pack up and get ready to go home."

"Yes!"

Lily feels tired after closing the shop. Dinner is ready at home, so Ryan offers to drive the mother and son back to the Imperial Villa. Before getting off, Lily invites him to dinner.

Ryan looks out above her shoulder at the gate, replying a moment later,

"Thanks, but I have something else to do."

"Just grab a bite before you go. You haven't eaten yet," Lily insists, feeling she owes him a favor for his help.

Ryan is persuaded and parks the car in the yard, following her inside.

Fanny has heard some stories about Ryan from Lily. Knowing that he has helped Lily a lot, she warmly greets him with the delicacies.

"Miss Lily, I wasn't informed about a visitor, so I just made four dishes and one soup. I wonder if this is enough?" Fanny is a little worried.

Lily hands the chopsticks to Ryan and answers, "It's fine, Fanny. He is a close friend. He won't mind."

"Good. Good."

Stir-fried lotus root slices, sweet and sour ribs, steamed fish, matsutake chicken soup, and Adair's favorite cashew nut and shrimp... The hot dishes, warm lights, and enchanting fragrance altogether give everyone a nice appetite.

up her sleeves and takes the white porcelain bowl in front of

he braces himself to take a sip. And it turns out different from what he imagined. Rich but not

that. "Then drink more. As much as you like, actually. There's

meal is satisfying for Ryan. Not only because he has longed for home-cooked food, but because Lily and Adair eat with him, which makes him feel

five years, although they were not together every day, they only have each other.

food in his bowl, Ryan feels everything

stay. She walks him to his car in the yard and

is not someone to be bothered by the traffic police. Raising his eyebrows while glancing at the villa, he says, "Go inside. Rest

further ado, he steps into the car and starts it. Then the Black Aston Martin drives quickly out of

...

of them having dinner again and again,

to let go, but now his resolution starts to

this version of himself, and a force of inexplicable hostility runs wild

an hour. He is dry-mouthed and miffed, parking the car by the roadside

buys a bottle of cold water and gulps it down outside the store. The chilly sensation

squints at a bar across the

less than five seconds, he throws the bottle into the trash can and strides

especially his watch, which probably

greets him, "Hello, sir.

at him, saying arrogantly,

"No problem. Follow me."

the grandstand on the second floor, which costs 50,000

floor. He does not strike people as the type who would

aloof, he looks like a man who