StartNovelChapter 815
The man blinked in surprise, "Are you the owner of this steakhouse?"
Marguerite looked at him without saying a word. Strictly speaking, she wasn't exactly the owner. Frederick had a
place called Bluebell Bistro in Stonebridge City, but when they moved to Cresthaven a few months ago, Jocelyn
had relocated the restaurant here. They changed the name, but the team remained the same.
Seeing her silence, the man quickly changed his demeanor, smiling broadly as he plopped down in a chair. "You
should have said you were the owner! But your steaks are ridiculously overpriced, only for the rich. Regular folks
can't afford them."
As he spoke, he shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it aside casually. That's when Marguerite noticed his cartoon
t-shirt, with its faded white and yellow fabric, the collar looking like it hadn't seen a wash in ages. She
instinctively felt the urge to leave.
Whoever set her up with this guy must be completely unreliable. What kind of characters were they introducing
her to?
Marguerite was mentally scrambling for an excuse to escape when the server inconveniently arrived with the
steaks she had ordered earlier. "Ms. Lockwood, here are your steaks."
Marguerite maintained her composure, while the man assumed a pompous attitude, tapping the table and giving
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe server a condescending look, as if she were his servant.
Facing him, Marguerite found her appetite non-existent. He, however, struggled to cut into the steak and chew a
couple of bites before clearing his throat to get to the point.
"My name's Charlie Watson," he said, "a senior member of Harmony Network. I'm thirty, from the countryside,
but I managed to get into Cresthaven College all on my own. Don't let the fact I'm a few years older than you
fool you; men get more attractive with age, while women only have a short-lived youth before it fades away.
That's why I'm so popular on Harmony Network."
He stuffed another piece of steak into his mouth, chewing noisily, then glanced at his watch. "I'm on a tight
schedule. Sorry for being late; my last date wouldn't letleave. She wasn't my type, though. City girl, but
didn't look as nice as you or seem as easygoing."
He continued, "You know, no matter how much a woman earns, her place is still at home. Why have such a
strong career drive? It's not like you won't have to bear children for my family."
His interpretation of women made Marguerite extremely uncomfortable, and she felt the urge to argue. But his
words ctoo quickly, leaving her no room to interject.
"Oh, right," Charlie added, "My folks are simple country people with not much to their name, so | hope your
family can support us a bit. You seem wealthier, being the owner of this steakhouse and all, so after we have
kids, living at your place would really lighten my load. As for my parents, | think we should pitch in together to
buy them a house. After all, they raised me, and it wasn't easy."
Marguerite couldn't hold back any longer and posed the age-old question: "If we chip in for your parents’ house,
whose ngoes on the deed?"
Charlie swallowed his last bite, placing his knife and fork down with a satisfied belch. "Of course, their names!
They raised me, sentto school, and supportedto adulthood. This house is meant to honor them! You
seem smart, so why aren't you getting this?"
Marguerite was speechless.
Before meeting Frederick, Marguerite had never been in a relationship, so she had little experience with men.
After meeting Frederick, he had introduced her to a world of high society she never imagined she'd be part of.
Despite the unspoken rules she couldn't always agree with, the people there at least had sclass.
But meeting Charlie, Marguerite had finally grasped the true meaning of "peculiar."
Charlie rambled on until he suddenly asked, "How old are you again?"
"Twenty-six."
"Twenty-six?" Charlie scoffed, "That's a bit old. | was hoping for someone around twenty-two, fresh out of college.
But given your good conditions, | can make an exception."
Just as he finished, someone unexpectedly pulled out the chair next to Marguerite and sat down, staring at
Charlie with a serious expression. "Twenty-six is too old? You want someone younger because they're easier to
fool, right?"
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