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.

on the surface. However, for Lily's sake, he braces himself to take a

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

but

every day, they only have each other. A meal

staring at the food

him to stay. She walks him to his car in the yard and says, "Drive carefully. This is

answers casually. Actually, he is not someone to be bothered by the traffic police. Raising his eyebrows while

drives quickly out

...

having dinner again

told himself to let go, but now his

a force of inexplicable hostility runs

miffed, parking the car by the roadside with a swing of its tail. Then, he gets off the

it down outside the store. The chilly sensation it brings doesn't help with

a bar across

seconds, he throws the bottle into the

spots him from afar. Ryan's outfit looks extravagant, especially his

affably greets him, "Hello, sir.

at him, saying arrogantly, "Give me the

"No problem. Follow me."

Winfred brings him to the best VIP seat of the grandstand on the second floor, which

the second floor. He does not strike

looks like a man who doesn't enjoy