Chapter 991: The death of these men’s romance
Meanwhile, the dating saga of the Bennet men continued.
Slater’s eyes sharpened, fluttering his eyelashes at the woman in front of him. By the looks of it, he was sitting across from his nemesis — even though he never had a nemesis, according to him. He was too pretty to have a nemesis.
The woman seated across from him couldn’t help but gulp nervously. Her trembling hand reached for the glass of water near her, turning to the side as she took a sip. From her point of view, she felt suffocated by Slater’s aura.
’What is wrong with him?!’she wondered to herself, almost on the brink of crying as she peeked at him. ’Why is he glaring daggers at me?! Did I say something wrong? But all I said was hello!’
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Meanwhile, in the same restaurant but at a different table...
Hugo was cupping his face, smiling from ear to ear. His elbows were resting on the table, his eyes sparkling. His date, on the other hand, tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Ahem!" The woman cleared her throat and flashed him a delicate smile. "You’ve got a great smile."
"Thanks."
"..." She pursed her lips, raising her brows as he continued to smile at her. She opened her mouth, only to shut it again. ’What am I going to ask him now?’
Ever since she came, Hugo had been in this same position, smiling brightly. The problem was that she often initiated the conversation. It wouldn’t have been a problem if only Hugo left some room for the conversation to continue. But alas, Hugo would just answer and then leave it at that.
How was she supposed to have a conversation?