My Destined Lover

Laura felt that there was nothing more to say, turned around and went upstairs to her room. It was until she completely disappeared that Bob recovered from the surprise. His heart was full of disbelief, but more than that, he was annoyed – she was just a hick, but she could easily win over him. How was this possible?

…

Laura went back to her room. She was just about to lie back down on the bed when she felt the phone in her pocket vibrate – a text message from Marcus.

[I’ve tried the medicine you sent me and it works very well. As a token of my gratitude, may I have the honor of inviting you to dinner ?]

Laura felt satisfied when she saw the words “it worked well”. It was the pills that she had carefully developed. But when she saw the following content, her smile waned a bit. Dinner? It’s a hassle, considering a rich guy like Marcus would only go to fancy restaurants. And those places were always full of socialization …

Laura clicked on the dialog box. She had intended to decline, but when she was typing, suddenly remembered that Marcus had done her many favors before. It was just a meal. Laura finally agreed.

The time soon came to noon. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s rude to make elders wait for you to come down for dinner?” Bob sat at the dining table and frowned at Laura who came downstairs. He felt less favorable toward her.

Lily affectedly persuaded, “Bob, Laura just came back from the countryside, 怂she doesn’t understand many things. Just let her alone.”

Laura curled her lip, being speechless. Waiting for her to come down for dinner? No one had told her to come down for dinner, and who asked them to wait? “Yes, yes, yes, it’s my fault. My friend invited me to dinner, so I won’t eat with you guys.”

Before leaving, she said casually, “Anyway, I am your eyesore.” Then the door was closed with a bang.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“What does she mean?” Bob was so angry that he slapped the table, “It’s my first day at home, and she doesn’t even respect me!”

Then Lily said, pretending not to mean it, “Bob, don’t blame Laura. She’s new to town and doesn’t have any friends. She’s got someone to play with, so she should pay more attention to it.”

Bob frowned, feeling something was wrong – how does Laura get friends to have dinner with?

Mrs. Taylor suddenly snorted, “What kind of friends can a hick make? I’m afraid she’s hanging out with some dubious people. …”

“Mom, stop it. Let’s eat first.” Bob hurriedly stopped the conversation.

On the other hand, Laura took a taxi to the appointed place. As soon as she got out of the car, she was stunned by what she saw. A restaurant, built of wood, stood quietly in a deserted alley. Laura took out her phone and checked the address several times. Until a familiar voice rang out behind her.

“Why are you standing here?” It was Marcus.

Getting back her composure, Laura put her phone away as if nothing had happened, and went into the noodle shop

“Nothing, just thought you weren’t here yet.”