The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 582
Chapter 582
Derek snorted.
“Is there anything that you are not satisfied with?” Elizabeth looked at him coldly.
“Just because you’ve been single for ages, you deliberately interrupt us, trying to keep us apart since you don’t want us to have a good time. Am I right?” Somehow Derek’s face didn’t mirror the meanness of his words.
“Natalie is happily married. I hope you always remember that, Mr. Ramsey.” Elizabeth held her nerve, remaining calm.
Derek took two steps forward, stared her in the eye and said, “Are you looking for a boyfriend? You should have told me earlier.”
He ogled her b*ody, his eyes roving up and down, and said, “You’re pretty enough. I know a few rich and handsome young men I could introduce you to.”
Elizabeth looked him square in the eyes and said, after careful consideration, “No way, birds of a feather flock together. I’m not into playboys like you. I’m not saying you’re a bad person, just that you think too much of yourself, and you’re rude. Any girl wanting to be with someb*ody like you is only doing it for your looks, or maybe because of your fame and wealth. Anyb*ody looking for a serious relationship would steer well clear of you. You need to calm down. Be serious. Not all women are going to be into you.”
“You!” Derek clenched his teeth and his face turned red. Elizabeth’s words had infuriated him. Looking down at the flowers he held, he suddenly grabbed her hand.
“To tell you the truth, Elizabeth. I don’t think of you as a friend or just my designer. The reason I haven’t been coming here recently is that I was afraid that I’d pine for you if I saw you. But I love your dedication. How would you like to be my girlfriend?” Derek gave her a smoldering look and held the flowers out.
A crowd was beginning to form at the door. A lot of people had overheard Derek’s confession of love, and they had all come over to see the fun.
quickly regained her senses
to embarrass her by saying that
you can’t just go after I’ve confessed my love to you
handsome young
Go
to start any terrible gossip about W Marks Studio, not right outside their doors. She sighed, realizing she would have to accept the flowers
chuckled, whispering in her ear, “There’s not a romantic bone in your b*ody. You’re frigid and without feelings. No man would ever want to be
a kiss and said,
anyb*ody watching, they would look like a normal, flirting
stared Derek down with an ice-cold look. “What’s going on?
so that he could help Elizabeth get to her therapist visits. Once he had finished his operation today, he realized it was time to
as to give him as much spare time as
Marks Studio, where he saw a handsome man publicly expressing
the two of them were
and Elizabeth together made Frank’s mood even worse. Especially since Elizabeth took the flowers and even smiled
and
Elizabeth. But before she
trouble at all. Elizabeth loves the flowers I got her, so we’re going on a date soon,” Derek said
as he could at the flowers. His eyes snapped back up to Derek and immediately became a frosty glare. The feeling was mutual, Derek didn’t like Frank much either. He wondered who Frank was. Could he be Elizabeth’s boyfriend? How come they both had the same cold
at a silent stalemate, Elizabeth took the initiative and broke the
car horns right next to them. It was Derek’s manager. He rolled down the window and shouted, “I should have known you were here. Get in. You’ve got an advertisement
away, Wilder.” Derek waved to Wilder, his manager. He turned to smile at Elizabeth with his best flirtatious look. “I’ll have more flowers for you next time.” He turned back
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