Chapter 329: Chapter 329

Chapter 329

Trevor’s advances were quite intense, and Monica was starting to feel a bit overwhelmed. “Back off, Trevor,” Monica protested, pushing him firmly away. “We agreed no ring, no touching.”

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Trevor looked at Monica with a helpless expression. “Come on, Mon, it’s the 21st century. Who even cares about marriage anymore? Are you saying you don’t love me?”

Monica was speechless. Trevor always managed to corner her with that question. With his pitiful look, Trevor made it seem as if Monica was the one hurting him.

Remembering a conversation with her friend, Anastasia, Monica turned the tables. “Trevor, we are going to get married, right?”

“Absolutely,” Trevor replied quickly, without a moment’s hesitation. “Don’t you trust me, Mon? I’ll always take responsibility for you. The moment I reach the legal marriage age, we’ll tie the knot. But can you really bear to make me live like a monk for two years? I’m a normal man, and it’s hard to resist when I see you.”

Monica nearly lost herself in Trevor’s sweet words. His combination of vulnerability and charm was hard to resist. Desperate to change the subject, Monica suggested, “We were supposed to go surfing today, right? I need to change. Why don’t you wait outside?”

Monica was still hesitant, so Trevor had to concede. “Okay, Mon. I’ll be waiting for you at the beach.’ He flashed a charming smile before stepping outside and closing the door behind him.

Once outside, Trevor received a call from a friend.

“Heard you’ve been hanging out with that wealthy woman in Los Angeles. Have you won her over yet?”

Trevor’s sunny demeanor faded, replaced by a cold sneer. “Not yet. She’s still playing hard-to-get. But tonight, she won’t be able to resist. Do you have anything I could add to make her more…compliant?”

“Yeah, I’ll have someone bring you something. She’s quite a catch, isn’t she? She’s got a nice figure, if you know what I mean. You’re quite a lucky guy.”

Trevor snorted. “Women, all looks and no brains. If she wasn’t so easy to manipulate I wouldn’t even bother. And she wants to marry me? If she wasn’t so generous, I’d have left her a long time ago.”

If he hadn’t been waiting so long to sleep with her, Trevor would’ve given up on Monica long ago.

“Buddy, I’ve got another lead for you. A newly divorced billionaire. I heard she’s into your type. You better move fast. There are plenty of guys who’d kill for this opportunity.”

Trevor was eager. “Great. Send me her info. Once I’m back from LA, I’ll find an excuse to break up with Monica.”

Trevor relied heavily on his good looks, mingling with rich and influential women. His main targets were older women with money, whether divorced or single. These women were usually lacking in love and affection, so a little sweetness and a few kind words were all it took for them to give him whatever he wanted. Trevor had been in this game for over a year, successfully hooking up with numerous wealthy women. Monica was just one of them.

And she wasn’t the only one. Trevor was juggling multiple women at the same time. His trip to LA wasn’t just about Monica. After all, who wanted to sleep alone at night?

Anastasia was still quite worried about Monica. She had met Monica’s boyfriend a few times, and her impression of him was that he was unreliable, smooth-talking, and didn’t have a stable job. Unfortunately, Monica was smitten, even funding several of Trevor’s failed business ventures.

After a phone call with Monica, Anastasia went out to grab lunch, before getting back to work. Today was Gianna’s birthday. Anastasia had ordered a cake and bought a bouquet of flowers. As soon as she finished work, Gianna called to say she was waiting downstairs.

Anastasia quickly gathered her things, holding the flowers in one hand and the cake in the other.

“Happy birthday, cuz,” Anastasia said, handing over the gifts.

“Thank you,” Gianna replied with a smile. “Get in. Let’s go grab dinner.”

“Shouldn’t we invite your mom and the others to celebrate your birthday?” Anastasia asked.

“Actually, I got it wrong. Today’s not my birthday. I must’ve read the calendar wrong!” Gianna said, maintaining her composed demeanor. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy a meal together. I’ve been meaning to treat you to a meal anyway. Let’s go.”