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.

takes the white porcelain bowl in front of Ryan, filling it with the steaming chicken soup. "This is Fanny's specialty. Try

this kind of greasy 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

much as you like, actually. There's still half

for Ryan. Not only because he has longed for home-cooked food, but because Lily

every day, they only have each other. A meal together from

the food in his bowl, Ryan feels everything is

stay. She walks him to his car in the yard and says, "Drive carefully. This is not London. Speeding is not

to be bothered by the traffic police. Raising his eyebrows while glancing at the villa, he

Then the Black Aston Martin drives quickly out of the courtyard and disappears into the night. Lily only

...

again and again, and this question hovers in his head, "Lily,

let go, but now his resolution starts

hates this version of himself, and a force

wanders for about half an hour. He is dry-mouthed and miffed, parking the car by the roadside with a swing of its tail. Then, he gets off the car and walks towards

it down outside the store. The chilly sensation it brings doesn't help with the irritation, but gives rise

at a

seconds, he throws the bottle into the trash can and strides

his watch, which probably is worth more than his house. What a

affably greets him, "Hello, sir.

does not even look at him, saying

"No problem. Follow me."

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

He does not strike people as the type who

but aloof, he looks like a man who doesn't enjoy