However, she hesitated. Moments later, she grabbed her bag and took out a post-it note and a pen.
With her head down, she drew a cartoon on the paper and handed it to Brian. âHere, take this. I hope youâll feel happier.â
Brian glanced at the post-it note in front of him. Although the cartoon on the paper was made up of only a few strokes, it captured the characteristics of his appearance. Especially those phoenix eyes, which made people know it was him at a glance.
The cartoon was beaming, but⦠it had been a long time since he laughed.
âI donât know what on earth youâre going through. But when you get over it and look back at it, youâll find that itâs nothing.â
âItâs nothing?â He pressed his thin lips together slightly. âShe has no idea what Iâm going through!
âBut I have no choice but to get over it!â
His dark phoenix eyes stared at the woman in front of him. If it was not Grace, it did not matter who it was.
âWill you be my girlfriend?â the melodious voice rang in the air.
Valda Theller was intending to leave as she got up and grabbed her bag, but she was so stunned by the question that she froze. Her round eyes blinked. She was seriously wondering if she had heard wrong.
âDo you have a boyfriend?â his voice continued asking.
She shook her head in a trance.
âIs there someone you like, then?â he asked again.
She shook her head again.
âWhy donât you be my girlfriend? You can tell me whatever you want in exchange for that,â he said.
She felt as if something was stuck in her throat. âDid I⦠hear that right? Does he really want me to be his girlfriend? But the problem is, does a guy like him lack women? With his looks, he just has to shout and many women will want to become his girlfriend!
âWhy do you want me⦠to be your girlfriend?â she asked blankly. The way he looked at her eyes was indifferent and estranged. There was no love in those phoenix eyes.
âBecause it makes no difference to me who I choose to be my girlfriend. If youâre unwilling, you can refuse,â he said calmly.
It was as if it made no difference to him whether she accepted or rejected.
Her heartbeat raced. âShould I refuse him?â
Any person would refuse, but the refusal seemed stuck in her throat. She was unable to utter it no matter what..
Valda Theller returned to her studio from the small restaurant, still in a trance.
âHave I⦠become that personâs girlfriend?â
She became his girlfriend the second time they met. She would be considered to have lost her mind if she told anyone about this.
She even wondered if his family had been urging him to get married, so he wanted to find a girlfriend suddenly. However, the man replied, âMy familyâs indeed urging me to get married, but I wouldnât get a girlfriend because of that.â
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âThen why did you do it?â she could not help asking.
His eyes were dark. It was⦠a refusal to answer. He did not allow her to inquire.
âI just want a girlfriend. At the minimum, we must appear affectionate in front of people. If you ever meet someone you truly like, you can dump me for whatever reason you want,â he said.
She figured out from the manâs speech that he had no intention of falling for her. Dating seemed to be an act of necessity.
âSo, will you be my girlfriend?â His dark phoenix eyes stared at her as his elegant voice asked.
At that moment, she heard her voice saying⦠âYes.â
âHow could I agree? Itâs obvious that this man only wants a relationship in name, but I agreed to it!â
Valda Theller could not help raising her hand and knocking herself on the head at the thought of it.