Let's Get Married novel Chapter 214

“You’re downstairs?” Lily subconsciously stands by the window and looks down the building. However, she finds that the kitchen side is not facing the road.

She abruptly thinks of the small voice that constantly rings out of the phone. After calculating the time, she realizes when she picked up the call, he had already set out.

She thought that he was troubled by her appearing too sympathetic. However, she did not expect that this man would come without saying a word.

Lily’s nose is tingling, does not know what to say. The man speaks lightly, as though feeling her emotion, “Come down, I’ll wait for you.”

After hanging up the phone, Lily pours water into the thermos and walks out only to find that Bree is still sitting in the living room. She takes out the trash that she has just sorted, and says with guilt, “Mom, I’ll throw the trash out, and watch the firework in passing.”

Bree nods and warns her, “Don’t go too far. There are too few people on the road even in the New Year.”

“I know.”

After Lily goes out, she takes two steps at once to go downstairs. She hurries so fast that she feels dizzy. When she just rushes out of the door of the building, she sees a black car parked under the tree nearby.

Trotting over to it, she knocks on the window to signal him to open the door.

With a click, the car lock is unlocked. She opens the door of the car and gets onto it, instantly surrounded by the warmth in the car.

“Why are you here?” When she questions him, her tone is still incredibly surprising.

The man turns to look at her who apparently still has light red eyes. He raises his hand to console her in distress, “Are you crying in New Year?”

“No.” Come to speak of this, Lily is still a little awkward and flicks his hand away, “I don’t cry.”

Rex ignores her stubbornness and asks further, “Did your family upset you?”

“No.”

“Then what?” Seeing her avoiding answering all the time, Rex says in a deep voice and looks at her earnestly, “Lily, I’m asking you seriously.”

Knowing that she will not able to dodge anymore, she then embarrassedly tells him what had happened at the dinner table just now. Since childhood, Harry has been telling that family’s ugliness should not be said outside. Thus, telling him now is also a bit difficult.

After listening to it, Rex does not have any expression, not indignant nor angry, but only distress. If the other party is not Lily’s aunt, he will definitely give them a lesson, but unfortunately, he cannot.

“So you should bring me to meet your parents as soon as possible so that others will not talk about these things.” This is the only and best way to solve these things.

Speaking of which, Lily has a headache. She thinks that takes things as they come is the best. However, she forgets that besides herself, her parents also carry a lot of pressure from her.

Now, to think about it, these problems must be faced. Otherwise, it will pester those around her.

After thinking, she says, “The fourth day of the new year. My dad has promised you before, if my mom is free, I won’t stop, okay?”

“Okay.” Rex wishes they could come. He has long wanted to meet her parents but never had a chance, “I’ll be back on the fourth afternoon. Fanny will be there too. Your parents can then have dinner with us. We have enough time for that.”

“Okay. That’ll be the plan.”

After talking, there is a loud pop sound outside the car window, followed by a colorful firework exploding in the dark night, sparkling bright yellow and red, forming a flower style, festive yet beautiful.

The lights of fireworks flash through the handsome facial features of the man. It is flickering and vivid, just like an elegant painting.

He is watching the fireworks, yet she is watching him.

As if aware of the burning sight on the side, Rex turns his eyes to meet hers. Some reaction occurs. The friction then from being caught off guard is more exciting than the firework.

Maybe it is because of too much atmosphere, maybe it is because that beauty is in the eyes of the beholders, in Lily’s eyes, all the firework and scenery have become a foil to this man.

From the moment he appeared downstairs of her home, her eyes could only see him.

How gentle it is that being afraid she would cry by herself, he drove for nearly an hour to see her?