"Then, let me come with you."
"Excuse me?"
"Let's buy some things. For the new house."
New house? "You mean… this is your house?"
"No. But I just finished buying one. Everything should be ready for tomorrow. We need to buy stuff." Without waiting for her to rebut, he already opened his phone and told his secretary to cancel everything in his schedule in the afternoon. "Also, cancel that interior designer. We no longer need their services. Hmmm. Yes, she will design the house. Hmmm. Alright. Bye."
"Mr. Quinn…"
"Do you want to stay in this hotel forever?"
What is this man talking about? "You bought a house in the city?" she asked.
"I bought a house for us. It's under your name."
"Mr. Quinn…"
"Consider it as bridal payment."
She blinked as she tried to suppress the irritation inside of her. "Mr. Quinn… I don't remember agreeing about your proposal."
"You didn't agree… yet. There's a difference."
She is really getting tired of talking to this man. She inhaled and closed her eyes, she fought the urge to just punch his pretty face. "I will pay for the house."
"You— "
"I have the money. I will pay you."
"Stubborn."
She snorted before she looked at this tailored suit. "I don't think you can accompany me In that outfit. You are too eye-catching."Alright, it had nothing to do with his clothes. No matter what he wore, she was certain that he would catch attention.
"Give me a minute." He left her room and came back after two minutes. "How's this?" he asked her. By now, she was already sitting on her bed.
"Nope. Look at my casual clothes. You are wearing a shirt and some chinos. I would look like your servant." She grumbled. "Let me look at your clothes."
"Oh? You are already choosing clothes for me?" His face lit up like some fireworks.
"Never mind! Just wear some shorts and a plain shirt." She strode past him. "I will wait in the living room." This man had the tendency to just walk inside her room without even knocking. It was as if, he was already used to it.
Funny how the action reminded her of Cross.
Sitting on the velvet sofa, she started reading some fashion magazines and flinched when she saw her sister on one of the covers. Zhang Ying.
She was now known as Yingying. A popular idol with millions of fans. Seeing the woman's beautiful face only reminded her of that night that she tried to drug her. She wanted to stop the party— Zhang Ying's birthday party. She wanted to stop her stepmother from announcing that she was adopted.
She wanted to have that man— the man who ruthlessly kicked her while she was down.
"How about this?"
Sera quickly put the magazine back to the table and looked at Chris. "Good enough."
"I thought you would say, I still look handsome."
She rolled her eyes again. This man really loved to praise himself too much. "Just so you know… you are not that handsome," she said as they walked out of the room and boarded the elevator.
"Oh? Do you know anyone more good-looking than me?"
"I do," she answered with confidence. "So stop embarrassing yourself in front of me."
She heard him laughed at her and she hated that his laughter actually reminded him of someone. She turned towards him, lifting her head to see his face. It was funny how a few touches of laughter seemed to have made him looked younger. However, the contract between his gentle perfectly shaven face and the lecherous smile that he had plastered on her face reminded her that this man… only wanted to use her for revenge.
Just the thought of it made her scowl. She immediately lowered her gaze and didn't speak until they reached the parking lot.
"No nice cars."
"I only have a Mercedes."
"Anything cheaper than that?"
"Hmmm…" he stopped walking and looked at her. "My Volkswagen should be a few thousand cheaper. But— My secretary is driving it."
She sighed. "Come on… let's just walk towards the nearest mall. Have him park the car somewhere in the mall and give us the key."
He opened his phone and called Lan Xing without any hesitation. Seeing this, Sera couldn't help but shook her head inwardly. It is funny how her midget self was actually giving instructions to a six-foot-tall billionaire. "You don't mind walking… right?"
"I should be fine."
"Good," she shrugged.
"You grew up in this place?"
She nodded without saying anything.
"Did you like it?"
She looked at the crowded road ahead of them and the pedestrians. "Years ago. It wasn't this crowded." In fact, years ago, this hotel didn't exist.
"Oh."
Clearly, she was avoiding his question. Growing up, Sera was a very jealous person. At least not at first. Her insecurity and the fact that her adoptive parents clearly love her younger sister more than her, made her a bit jealous.
Soon, her jealousy consumed her like a fire. It burned her, leaving nothing but regrets and deep scars..
"Did you hate it?"
"No. I don't hate it." This time she answered as she shoved her hands into the pockets of her black coat. "But I don't necessarily like it either." If this was a novel, she was the villain who got caught and punished for her sins. Obviously, the villain would not like the place where she got punished.
At least, right now, she felt nothing but indifference about this place. She simply doesn't belong in this place anymore. "How about you? Where did you grow up?" she asked, trying to ease the tension building inside her.
"Hm? "Lifting an eyebrow, he smirked at her. "Should I take this as my fiancee being interested in me?
Ugh! She hates this man!