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.

front of Ryan, filling it with the steaming chicken soup.

soup. He takes a glance at it and sees the yellow oil bubbles floating on the surface. However, for Lily's sake, he braces himself to take a sip. And it turns out different from what he imagined.

that. "Then drink more. As much as you like,

Not only because he has longed for home-cooked food, but because Lily and Adair eat with

only

the food in his

the meal. Lily doesn't persuade him to stay. She walks him to his car in the yard and says, "Drive carefully. This is not

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

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

...

reliving the scene of them having dinner again and again, and

himself to let go, but now his resolution

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

wanders for about half an hour. He is dry-mouthed and miffed, parking the car by the

of cold water and gulps it down outside the store. The chilly sensation it brings doesn't help

squints at a

five seconds, he throws the bottle into

his watch, which

sir. Do you have

even look at him, saying arrogantly,

"No problem. Follow me."

and the noisy laughter come from the dance floor. Winfred brings him to the best VIP seat of the grandstand on the second

on the second floor. He does not strike people

he looks like a man who