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.

and takes the white porcelain bowl in front of Ryan,

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. Rich but not greasy, the

"Then drink more. As much as

simple meal is satisfying for Ryan. Not only because he has longed for home-cooked food, but because

day, they only have each other. A meal together from time to time provides

now... staring at the food in his bowl, Ryan feels

following the meal. Lily doesn't persuade him to stay. She walks him to his car in the yard and

he is not someone to be bothered by the traffic police.

it. Then the Black Aston Martin drives quickly

...

dinner again

let go,

version of himself, and a force of inexplicable hostility

the car 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

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

a bar across

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

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

"Hello, sir. Do you have an

at him, saying arrogantly,

"No problem. Follow me."

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

arrival attracts the attention of every woman on the second floor. He does not strike people as the type who would frequent bars, but his

looks like