CEO’s Surrender: With You, I Can Never Win

Chapter 300

Dirk talked about business with Bryan.

Bryan responded perfunctorily and didn’t look interested.

Dirk was old-fashioned and pedantic, so Bryan seldom agreed with him. Bryan didn’t share his experience with Dirk too.

Dirk kept talking, and Bryan nodded from time to time.

Tricia leaned close to Finley and asked in a low voice, “Why did you kick me?”

Finley shrugged. “What a pity that I didn’t wear high heels today.”

I could have given you a hard kick.

“You…” Angry, Tricia grabbed the knife and wanted to cut Finley into pieces as she did to the meat on her plate.

Finley squinted at Tricia. “Why do you keep staring at my husband? I know that he’s handsome, but you should covet him before me. I’ll be jealous.”

Her voice was low.

Bryan had telepathy. He looked at Finley, and there seemed to be a whirl in his deep eyes.

Tricia was afraid that Bryan could hear Finley’s complaint. She held Finley by the wrist under the table and whispered, “Finley, I didn’t covet your husband. You must have gotten me wrong. Lower your voice now.” “I was born with a loud voice. What should I do?” Finley shouted deliberately.

Tricia was so angry that her face turned livid.

Fortunately, Finley stopped making a fuss then.

All the dishes were on the table now.

There was nothing Finley liked to eat.

You made me do so.

Finley put down her knife and fork, rested her chin on one hand, and rubbed against

Bryan’s arm with her face. “Please pour me a glass of wine, honey.”

Hearing this, Bryan didn’t look pleased. “No. Wine isn’t good for girls.”

“I have nothing to eat, so I have to drink.” Finley pouted with fake aggrievance.

Her voice was neither too loud nor too low, so Dirk heard her.

“What’s wrong? Finley, don’t you like the dishes that I prepared for you?” Dirk said with a smile on his face. In fact, he was in a panic.

“Dad, do you know that I’m allergic to seafood? I can eat nothing on the table,” Finley said with fake regret. “What? I didn’t see you allergic before, did I?” Dirk frowned.

Finley sneered. Never had you paid attention to me. Therefore, you didn’t know that Rita and Trica ate up the seafood.

Bryan slammed his glass on the table and said, “Shall we dine out now?”

It would be a great humiliation to the Keith family if the Turner couple left halfway through the dinner. Dirk felt ashamed.

“Please don’t. I will tell the cook to prepare something else for you.” Dirk stood up and called the cook over. “No. Given your age, you may have a bad memory. It is comprehensible. I like fish but not seafood. I like sweet food, not sour one. You hear me now.”

Finley told Dirk her preference.

She wanted to Dirk, her father, to reflect on himself.

Did you care about me? Did you know anything about me?

Undoubtedly, Dirk knew nothing about Finley, so he had prepared what Finley disliked for supper.

Bryan lowered his head and carefully remembered what Finley had just said.

I knew how to coax Finley in the future.

As a considerate husband, Bryan had intended to send food to Finley’s plate. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

However, Dirk, an unqualified father, failed to bring the right dishes to the table.