“You could say so.” Simon absentmindedly took a sip of his red wine.
Ariana blurted out, “Do you have a girlfriend, Dr. Finch?”
Her question nearly made him choke. “Ms. Torrey, why do you ask?”
“Well, I think you’re a perfect candidate. Not only are you Handsome, you’re young and successful. To top it off, you’re a doctor. If I ever need to see the doctor when I age, all I need is you. You look like husband material too…
“I need to stop you there.” Simon had tried to play matchmaker for Victor. Never in his wildest imagination had he imagined getting himself involved.
He worried that Ariana might ask deeper questions about his family if he continued the conversation. He quickly brushed it off. “Ms. Torrey, it was just a casual remark. I have no plans to get a girlfriend for now.”
“Oh.” She put on a disappointed look. “What a shame–I feel the same! You should come to me again when you’re ready to date.”
Simon coughed softly to hide his awkwardness. Ariana was really something. After she bombarded hirm with those questions, he dared not probe about her relationship status in case she developed an interest in him.
No one in their social circle would dare set their eyes on a woman of Ariana’s status.
“Are you done eating?” Victor’s cold voice pierced through the air.
“Almost.” She had only taken a few bites of the seafood as she wasn’t hungry.
He snapped, “Get back to writing if you’re full. Don’t waste your time spouting nonsense at the dinner table.”
Thinking he sounded like a stern teacher, she teased him. “Alright, sir. I’ll get back to writing.”
“What did you just call me?”
“You’re my teacher.” She replied matter–of–factly, “Didn’t you teach me how to write? That makes you my teacher. What’s wrong with calling you my teacher?”
With that, she left for the second floor.
Simon shook his head in exasperation. “I told you not to be that harsh to girls. See? She sees you as her teacher now. How are you gonna pursue her?”
“Do you have too much time on your hands?” Victor sneered.
Simon immediately went back to eating without another word.
In his office at Lodge Co., Brian frowned deeply at the photos sent by Ariana
At the same time, Emily pushed the door open and announced, “Mr. Lodge, we have an event tonight. It’s time we make a move.”
“Come here.”
“Hm?” Confused, Emily nonetheless walked up to Brian’s desk.
He handed her the phone. “Take a look at this. How many people could this dinner feed?”
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