Chapter 672 Owen’s Kindness to Tiana
Unable to express his dismay, Sebastian glared at her in disgruntlement with tightened fists, but in the end, he flung his hand and left in a huff.
Tiana stood as she watched with an expressionless face as he walked further and further away before snorting derisively. “Do you think you’re even good enough to be my suitor? Dream on.”
Even though she had gotten rid of Sebastian, who was a huge nuisance, all sorts of thoughts filled her mind, turning it into a jumbled mess.
The Calligraphy Contest was only a few days away, and there wasn’t much time left for her to copy the works of QH. However, until today, she couldn’t buy any other pieces by QH because she couldn’t find an appropriate reason to ask for such a considerable amount of money from her family.
As she watched his figure disappear into the girl’s dorm area, Tiana had a sudden stroke of inspiration. She recalled the anonymous text from earlier, quickly whisked out her phone, and replied, ‘Let’s speak in person.’
Initially, she was only giving it a shot, but just as she was about to keep her phone away, the other person had already given her an immediate reply.
When she rechecked her messages, there was only an address written in the chat box, which was a high-end coffee house in the business district.
She instantly turned around and left the campus with that destination in mind.
In the late afternoon, around 4:00 P.M., when the coffee house was at its busiest, Tiana walked in and looked around at the entrance so she could spot the person who asked her out.
However, while she was unaware, someone extended their hand to her from the aisle next to her. “Miss Hill, nice to meet you.”
She spun her head around and saw that the guy was well-mannered, wearing glasses, and looked very polite. Hence, she let her guard down and shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. How may I address you?”
“Owen Morgan,” the man answered.
“Hello, Mr. Morgan,” Tiana greeted politely.
“This way, please.” After leading her to a table, Owen sat down and asked for the waiter to take their orders. “One American espresso,” he said casually.
Tiana couldn’t help but peer a little longer at him when she heard his order. In the end, she said to the waiter, “The same for me, please.”
“Looks like we have the same tastes, Miss Hill,” Owen said, teasing her.
Tiana had to listen to truckloads of flatteries like this every day, and they no longer worked on her. So, she merely smiled faintly and didn’t pick up the conversation from there.
After their coffees were served, she took a sip and dove right into the main topic anxiously.
“Since you’re a straightforward person, I won’t beat about the bush with you as well, Mr. Morgan. I would like to know how you got my private number,” she asked her question bluntly in a commanding tone.
Despite that, Owen seemed unaffected as he stirred his coffee leisurely. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way. Miss Hill, all you need to know is that I’m here to take care of your problems, and I’m your friend, not your foe. That’s enough,” he said in a relaxed tone.
“I think you have the wrong idea. I came to meet you simply because of curiosity, but I don’t have any problems to take care of.” She deliberately adopted an arrogant persona as she spoke in a nonchalant tone.
Despite seeing through her act, he didn’t bother to point it out and only said ambiguously, “That’s for sure. For a talented and beautiful woman such as you, there will always be people around to help you get rid of your problems. I just wonder if I have the honor to be one of them and make an acquaintance with you?”
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