Chapter 250: Favored by the Betrothed

Just thinking about him calling her name made Della blush uncontrollably.

In the underground parking lot of the hotel, a green SUV sped in like a swift cheetah, coming to a smooth and precise stop in a parking space.

Inside the car, Zachary exhaled deeply, trying to calm his tangled and heavy emotions.

This blind date, forcefully arranged by Atlas, felt like a heavy mountain pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

He didn't want to accept this marriage from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't dare to go against Atlas, fearing it would make Atlas angry and disappointed. He was torn, not knowing how to refuse, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes filled with a hint of frustration and annoyance.

Just then, the sharp ring of his phone broke the silence in the car. Zachary picked it up and saw it was Atlas calling to urge him.

He quickly answered, trying to keep his tone steady.

Atlas's voice came through, suppressed with dissatisfaction. Despite Atlas's efforts to control his emotions, a hint of complaint was still evident.

Zachary hurriedly responded that he was already at the entrance.

Before he could say more, the call was abruptly ended, clearly showing Atlas's patience was wearing thin.

Zachary gave a bitter smile, shook his head, and opened the car door. He hadn't had time to change out of his camouflage uniform, making him stand out in the elegant restaurant. As soon as he walked in, he drew everyone's attention, like a crane among chickens.

The busy waitresses in the restaurant couldn't help but be drawn to him the moment they saw him, thinking to themselves, "What a handsome man!"

Zachary walked steadily towards the private room, his steps seeming heavier.

At the door of the private room, he paused, took a deep breath as if to give himself a final boost, then reached out and gently pushed the door open.

Inside, the lighting was bright and intimate. Zachary stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over the people inside. The moment his eyes landed on a particular face, his pupils contracted, and his gaze became deep and sharp.

Everyone at the table stood up to greet him warmly, except for two elderly people who remained seated due to their seniority and status.

To everyone present, he was not just a man from a prestigious family but also someone highly capable.

Della, who had been sitting nervously, felt like she was struck by lightning when she heard his deep, magnetic voice. Her heart trembled, and a tingling sensation spread through her body, making her feel dizzy.

She looked up abruptly. The camouflage uniform accentuated Zachary's sharp features and rugged lines. His deep-set features looked even more three-dimensional under the light, exuding a unique charm.

She felt like she was burning, her face turning a deep red, more intense than the richest wine. At that moment, she thought he was the most handsome man in the world.

He looked even better in person than in photos!

She was mesmerized, forgetting everything around her, the people beside her, and even her earlier embarrassment.

Everything around her seemed to fade into the background, and all she could see was Zachary.

Seeing Zachary's attire, Atlas couldn't help but frown and mutter a complaint. He worried that Zachary's somewhat casual outfit might make the York family feel disrespected, affecting the engagement and the relationship between the two families. Zachary immediately apologized to the York family.

His face was full of guilt and helplessness, his eyes showing sincere regret, hoping the York family would understand his situation.

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Verity smiled and said, "It's fine." She looked at Zachary, growing more satisfied the more she looked, her eyes filled with undisguised joy. She was happy that Della could marry such a handsome and talented man, her smile growing wider as she imagined Della's happy future.

Della, though shy and wanting to hide, mustered the courage to greet him. Her voice was soft like a gentle breeze over a lake, creating ripples. She kept her head slightly lowered, not daring to look Zachary in the eye, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her dress, showing her girlish shyness.

Zachary looked at her and, out of politeness, nodded slightly. His response was courteous but distant, as his mind was still preoccupied with the dilemma of this marriage, leaving him little room to focus on interacting with Della.

Xander stood up enthusiastically, pulling out the empty seat next to Della for Zachary, his face friendly, trying to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere.

"Thanks," Zachary said, walking to the seat and sitting down properly.

Then he stood up respectfully, bowed slightly, and greeted everyone politely. His demeanor was humble and appropriate, showing his good upbringing and making a good impression.

Hawk looked at the tall, distinguished Zachary with genuine admiration, his face full of a pleased smile, his eyes showing appreciation and fondness.

Atlas responded modestly, but the slight upward curve of his lips and the pride in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

In fact, he genuinely acknowledged Zachary's abilities, always performing impeccably and never bringing shame to the Baker family.

Hearing others praise Zachary made him very happy, though he responded modestly out of habit.

Della, sitting nearby, noticed the faint bloodstains on Zachary's sleeve. Though not much, they stood out on his clean camouflage uniform.

She frowned, quickly took out a wet wipe from her bag, leaned forward slightly, and gently covered the stain, her voice soft and concerned, "Zachary, are you hurt?"

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Her brows furrowed slightly, her concern evident, her eyes full of care.

At that moment, she noticed her message had been returned. She was puzzled, frowning. What was going on?

She guessed Seraphina's phone might be off, but then thought it unlikely since Seraphina rarely turned off her phone.

She figured Seraphina might be out of service, unable to receive messages.

She had been looking forward to live-streaming the blind date for Seraphina, wanting her to experience this important moment and sneak a photo of Zachary for her to see, knowing Seraphina had a good eye.

But now, with her phone unable to receive messages, her plan was ruined. She sighed, feeling a bit empty, missing the fun of sharing her excitement.

Soon, the waiters began bringing in dishes, the enticing aroma filling the private room, making the atmosphere warmer.

But halfway through the meal, the conversation inevitably turned to the topic of the engagement.

Atlas raised his glass, his face kind but his words firm and unyielding, "Zachary, tonight,

I will make the decision and settle this matter."

"Grandpa." Zachary, who was chewing his food, froze, slowly putting down his utensils and taking a sip of tea to buy time to think.

He looked up, meeting Atlas's strong gaze, and suddenly found the courage.