Book TRK
Chapter 233
Chapter 233
Allison was excited. She rubbed her sweaty palm and then stretched out her trembling hand. She touched Calvin’s slender hand, and the effect on her was electric. Her heart pounded violently. Allison clutched Calvin’s hand and refused to let go of it.
Calvin felt a bit embarrassed. He pulled his fingers away from Allison’s hand bit by bit and said with a smile, “Girl, relax. Tell me if you need an autograph.”
She must be my fan.
Allison shook her head and said, “I don’t want any autographs. I don’t need an idol but a boyfriend.” Calvin was stunned.
He met such a bold and straightforward girl for the first time. Calvin felt a little flustered.
Finley pinched Allison on the waist, leaned over, and warned her in a low voice, “Reserved, girl. There will be a long way to go. You’re too candid. Worse than me.”
Only then did Allison realize her abruptness. She quickly apologized to Calvin, “I’m sorry. You are so beautiful, so I…”
Calvin smiled. “Never mind. It happens a lot. Thanks for your appreciation. I will dine with you and Finley someday if there is a chance. I want a word with Finley now, may I?” Calvin was not in the mood to flirt with girls. He came for something serious. Finley asked, “What’s the matter? You came all the way to find me here.”
“Did Bryan give you some perfumes last night?” Calvin asked with a frown.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?”
“Finley, please do me a favor. Could you please sell me three bottles? I need them for an event. I begged Bryan for a long time, but he refused to sell them to me. I don’t think that you, a perfumer, need those perfumes. Name the price, and sell them to me, please.”
Calvin looked at Finley with sincerity in his eyes. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.
Finley was in a dilemma. “I can promise you nothing. If I sell you the perfumes, Bryans will kill me.”
“You are tough. I don’t think Bryan can do so. You are the only counterpart to Byran now. Please,” Calvin begged.
Allison was anxious to help Calvin. “Finley, please sell him the perfume. One bottle at least.”
“I will ask for Bryan’s opinion first,” Finley answered after deliberation.
“Okay. Finley, do help, please. I believe that you can convince Bryan. If verbal language can’t work, utilize your body. I am sure that Bryan will yield for sure. He will promise you anything when he is happy.”
Finley was speechless.
Would I suffer if he was happy?
How horrible! She dreaded what would happen four days later.
When Finley arrived at the mansion, it was almost ten o’clock in the evening.
Bryan was reading a magazine on the sofa. It seemed he was waiting for Finley.
He leaned against the sofa with crossed legs, looking elegant.
“Why did you come home so late?” Bryan sounded cold. He was displeased because Finley came back later than usual.
Finley walked to Bryan and massaged his shoulders from behind. “Say that you miss me. Don’t be shy.”
Bryan grabbed Finley by the wrist, dragged her onto the sofa, and leaned over with an overbearing and cold aura.
Finley saw her reflection in Bryan’s eyes. “A married woman went to the sodality. Finley, you’re bold, aren’t you?”