Millionaire In Love With Me

She propped her elbows on the tabletop, her hand resting on her chin, tilted her head and looked at the man in front of her with an admiring expression, immersed in his stunningly beautiful face for a long time.

Despite Yara liked handsome man, Yara would not blindly fall for a person.

But Mike was like a modest gentleman, very affable and elegant in his approach and in his treatment of others, making people feel close and comfortable.

The man sat opposite her, glanced at the menu, and finally placed it in front of Yara, “Ladies first.”

“Alright then.”

See, this was the man she liked, taking really good care of girls.

Perhaps because of the excessive liking, his every action would be infinitely magnified by Yara.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She opened the menu and casually ordered a few dishes, before asking about Mike’s preferences, “Mike, what do you like to eat? I’ll order for you.”

It was just as well to know what he liked to eat in the meantime.

“The best thing at the Hillington is the Wellington steak, I’ll have it medium rare. And a pasta dish would be good.”

“Hmm, what else do you like? The black truffle and caviar are both very good here too.”

Listening to her recommendation, Mike nodded slightly, “Then of course I’ll try it.”

“Okay, I’ll order one of both for you.”

Yara pressed the button on the call desk to call the waiter.

Not long after, the waiter walked in and she ordered all the dishes she had just pre-selected, before handing the menu to the waiter.

After the waiter left, the compartment returned to silence.

Yara blinked her beautiful eyes, placed on the table with one hand clenched restrainedly, thumb nail gently scraping the nail of her left hand, inwardly vaguely nervous.

“For yesterday, thank you.”

She took a deep breath and continued, “If I get taken back to C Country this time, I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back again.”

Mike leaned on the seat, legs folded, crossed fingers placed in front of his belly, domineering.

“Anthony is very fond of you.” He said.

Yara hung her head, looked at the tabletop and shook her head, “I don’t really like him. Emotional matters are not to be forced. Besides, I have someone I like.”

At this point, she suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Mike, as if expecting this man to ask after who she liked.

However, the man across the table only looked at her with faint eyes, his sexy lips always holding an elegant smile.

For a while, it was difficult to understand what was in his mind.

Time gradually passed, even if only a few seconds had passed, to Yara, it was as if a century had passed.

Her anticipation faded.

Yara was thinking that she had already said the obvious, but the fact that Mike did not pursue the matter at all could only mean that he had no feelings for her.

“Who do you like?”

Suddenly, Mike asked.

Yara’s heart stuttered and she was too nervous to breathe.

The hands placed on the desktop were even more nervously clasped, the right thumbnail clasped the left thumb, even leaving finger marks, but she was oblivious.

“I … I …”

Her eyelids lifted slightly as she looked across at him, her pupils tinged with a few blushes and shyness.

“Don’t force yourself if you don’t want to talk about it. After all, this kind of topic is too private and I am being abrupt.” Mike smiled elegantly, lifting his hand to the glass of water on the table and taking a sip.

“No, no. I … actually, I like you. Mike!”

She mustered up enough courage to say it straight out.

There was a time when Yara was indifferent in the face of Anthony.

At that time, she simply thought that it would be hard to fall in love with someone.

It wasn’t until she met Mike at the charity gala that day and danced with him that she quietly felt the difference in the man’s elegance, which then made her fall in love.

Only then did Yara realize that it did not take a long time to fall in love with someone.

All it took was a glance.

Just one glance, she fell madly in love with the right person.

The hand holding the cup in Mike’s hand gave a slight pause, and his lowered eyelids suddenly lifted up, looking ‘incredulously’ at the shy girl opposite him, “You like me?”

Yara pursed her lips, nervous and only felt her lips were dry, she licked her lips and nodded her head, “Yes.”

Was this confession?

God, she was actually making a sudden confession to the man she liked.

It was so abrupt.

“That, I …”

Yara reached out and scratched her head, “I … am I being too abrupt?”

The man across the table couldn’t help himself, “Do you know that I’m friends with Anthony. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell him?”

At the mention of Anthony, the tension on Yara’s face disappeared and was replaced by infinite annoyance, “Yeah. I hate Anthony. So what if I like you?”

The feeling of anticipation that had suddenly sprung up in her heart just now was instantly gone.

Anthony was, after all, the prince of C Country. He was incredibly powerful and had an amazing background.

Would he go and betray his friend to be with her just because she liked him?

Yara didn’t even think it was likely.

Dropping her head, she looked at the desktop, her face full of disappointment and frustration, murmuring, “Could it be that, because Anthony likes me, I have to stay with him and bow down to the forces of evil?”

“Not necessarily.”

Mike suddenly said.

Hearing that, Yara saw hope.

However, the moment she raised her head, Mike had already put down the glass in his hand and reached out to hold her hand, “With me here, you don’t need to be afraid.”

His hot palm wrapped around her slightly cool hand, and instantly an electric sensation made Yara’s body tingle and tense to the point of near suffocation.

What did this mean?

She lowered her eyes and her gaze fell on the hand he was covering the back of her hand.

She only saw him clutching her small hand and patting it, “From the first time I saw you, I felt you were different from other girls. You’re cute, you’re simple, and you work hard. You’re a good girl.”

Oh my God!

Was that a confession?

Yara was so nervous that she could almost hear her heart beating frantically and restlessly, almost as if it was about to jump out of her throat.

“So, you are saying yes to me?” She inquired tentatively.

She was a straightforward girl, growing up in C Country, who liked someone and didn’t like to hide it.

The man hesitated for a moment, his handsome face overflowed with a gentle smile, “I can only say that you are the type of girl I like. But whether or not we can be together, or whether or not it’s a good fit, is still up in the air.”

This answer was somewhat ambiguous.

But the fact that he was already holding her hand was tantamount to confessing his love to Yara.

The girl, dumbfounded by love, was surprised and delighted, her face beaming, her beautiful eyes stained with a thousand stars, immersed in elation, unable to calm her excitement for a long time.

“Aren’t you afraid of Anthony?” This was what Yara was most worried about.