Love At The Wrong Table

After hesitating for a long-time, a fair and slender hand suddenly grabbed Roselynn’s wrist from behind when she turned around to leave.

“Roselynn, you actually came?” Roselynn turned her head and saw Julian’s spirited short hair, as well as his intense gaze and excited expression. Her heart suddenly felt like a jolt of electricity coursed through it.

“Why… did you cut your hair?” Roselynn blurted out her question immediately.

“Because you said you don’t like men with long hair!” Julian said with a smile that was very bright with a hint of innocence, like a happy puppy.

She sighed slightly but still gently released his hand.

“Roselynn, I’ve prepared dinner. Let’s eat together!” he still warmly invited her.

The expectant look on his face made Roselynn unable to refuse. Especially since Emmanuel just told her that Julian had once broken his heart for her! How could she bear to hurt him again and again? “Alright. But I have a request!”

“Sure. I can fulfill any request you have!” Julian vowed.

“We’ll go Dutch on this meal.”

“Uh, well…” Julian was immediately stunned. It felt that Roselynn was so far from him despite standing right before him.

However, he still nodded. As long as he could see her, he didn’t care what he had to do!

to a life where everything came easily to him. The more he couldn’t get something, the more he

in a private room. Julian poured a glass

nodded and raised her glass with a

reliable. Has he already convinced Hestia? Her attitude seems a bit different from before.

initiative to start a conversation, and they talked about their

a significant difference in our social status. And I don’t have those kinds of feelings for

as serious as Julian. Perhaps she knew that

sense of burden. So she couldn’t accept any kindness from him, afraid that she wouldn’t be able to

didn’t feel discouraged when he was friend- zoped In fact his smile became even

with a smile,

reliable. Has he already convinced Hestia? Her attitude seems a bit different from

the initiative to start a conversation, and they talked about their respective interests,

you’re a good man, and I’m willing to be friends with you. But there’s a significant difference in our social status. And I don’t have those kinds of feelings

of awkwardness. She had rejected other men before, but none of them were as serious as Julian. Perhaps she knew that

couldn’t accept any kindness from him, afraid that she wouldn’t

now on!” Julian didn’t feel discouraged when he was