Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon) novel Chapter 163

There was a newfound femininity in Janice. Her gaze was softer and more alluring, exuding a sultry charm that could easily stir a man's heart.

Simon's heart trembled. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to take Janice's hand, but before he could touch her, she gracefully lifted her wine glass.

"This wine is quite good. It must have been expensive, right?"

"It's nothing. Janice, you won't lose out by standing with me. All you need to do is listen to me, and you'll have everything you want," Simon replied, his gaze fixed on her.

As arrogant as ever, he still believed that she loved him the most and could never let him go. Otherwise, why else would she be here having dinner with him?

"Listen to you?" Janice murmured, her voice light with amusement.

"That's right. Janice, are you drunk?" His tone softened, his eyes carrying a calculated warmth.

Her eyes seemed slightly unfocused. "It's not too bad."

Simon had been watching her closely. After a moment, he asked seriously, "Do you still love me?"

She slowly closed her eyes as if trying to suppress the dizzying effects of the alcohol. The intoxication was clearly setting in.

After a long pause, she finally opened her eyes and smiled, her face inches from his. "What do you think?"

Seeing this, Simon's confidence soared. "I think you still love me. After all, we have so many years of history together, right? That means… there are no secrets between us, correct?"

Her speech was slow as she countered, "Is there anything about me that you don't already know?"

Simon smiled and poured her more wine. "Then tell me, what's the passcode for your safe at the National Crochet Union building?"

Janice blinked vacantly as if regaining a bit of clarity. "The passcode? Why do you need to know that?"

His heart skipped a beat. "I just want to see if you're truly sincere with me. If you are, I'll definitely marry you."

The private dining room fell silent.

"Oh." She nodded vacantly, her voice slow and dreamy. "The passcode is… my birthday."

Her birthday? Perfect.

Simon barely suppressed a triumphant laugh. He quickly poured her another drink. "Come on, let's toast again."