Night of Destiny

“Alright, you can go home now.”

“Why?”

“I need to spend time alone with her. You’re too much of a third wheel.”

Tony was stumped. Have I said all that just to be kicked out? “Can you get any more heartless, Uncle Zacharias? I promise you won’t even know I’m here.”

“Stay away for three days,” Zacharias said.

“But I just arrived last night,” Tony complained. Zacharias glanced at his wristwatch every now and then, calculating the time. She has been gone for almost an hour. Where did she go? She’s not secretly seeing someone outside again, is she? Zacharias picked up his phone and dialed a certain woman’s number.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Come back,” the man requested, his tone gentle but authoritative. Shirley, who had been slacking off and playing with her phone at Imogen’s, sighed after receiving the call. “I’m heading back now,” she said to Imogen.

“Was that Mr. Flintstone?” Imogen asked.

“Yes. He might have an assignment for me,” Shirley replied.

“Go on, don’t keep him waiting,” Imogen told her. At that, Shirley got up and left, and Imogen watched her retreating figure, her smile gradually fading. When Shirley returned to the living room, Tony immediately greeted her. “Goddess, you’re back.”

She walked up to Zacharias and asked, “Mr. Flintstone, is there something you need?”

Zacharias didn’t have any specific business. It was his rare day off at home, so he made a casual excuse. “Join me for lunch at my family home.”

Shirley blinked in response. Your family home?

“Can I refuse?” she asked. “You can have the others escort you.”

Zacharias had a friendly expression, but the words that came out of his mouth left Shirley speechless.

“I don’t want anyone else but you,” he said.

At that, Shirley could only agree, “Alright, I’ll join you.”

And so, Zacharias dialed his father’s number and said, “Dad, Miss Lloyd and I will be coming home for lunch.”

“Great, please bring Miss Lloyd with you!” Josef was more than glad to have Shirley over. Zacharias stood up and said, “I’ll go upstairs to change.”

Tony took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Shirley. “Goddess, what do you think of my uncle?”

“Think of him in what way?”

“His looks, physique, status-are all of these satisfactory to you?” Tony inquired, trying to gauge Shirley’s feelings for Zacharias. Shirley squinted her eyes and thought for a moment. “They’re fine.”

“You can only imagine the number of women who tried to win my uncle’s heart in the past. Who’d have thought the person to win his heart in the end would be you?” Tony teased her. Curious, Shirley asked, “He had many pursuers in the past?”

“Yeah! There were tons. As far as I know, every woman who had dealings with him wanted to be with him,” Tony said matter-of-factly.

At that, Shirley couldn’t help overthinking. No wonder that guy is so good at kissing. He must have had many romantic encounters in the past.

She bit her lips, and an unexpected feeling of annoyance began to surface, even unbeknownst to herself.

“Seems like your uncle is pretty popular with women,” Shirley remarked. Tony grinned and said, “But he only has eyes for you! Those girls from before, he wouldn’t even spare them a glance.”

However, Shirley didn’t buy his claim. She huffed, “Sure, he’s never spared them even a glance.”

Immediately, Tony defended his uncle. “It’s true! You’re the first girl he’s pursued, and I believe you’ll be the last one because he will marry you.”

Shirley cleared her throat in response. “Am I supposed to marry him just because he wants to marry me? I have no plans on getting married.”

Coincidentally, Zacharias overheard her as he descended the stairs, and he frowned. Who is this girl waiting for?

“Goddess, guys like Uncle Zacharias are hard to come by. You should just marry him. You won’t regret it.”

Shirley couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Tony’s attempt to promote his uncle. Just then, the sound of footsteps rang out from behind them, and the two quieted down immediately. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Zacharias ultimately decided to bring Tony along.