My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Honeyed Words

As he spoke, the man produced a pack of tissues from out of nowhere.

"I won’t touch you. You can do it yourself."

Seeing the small pack of tissues he offered, and the long, elegant hands holding it, Amina was instantly reminded of Zeke Walton.

She looked up. The man was young and handsome, dressed respectably. ’He can’t be a bad person, can he?’

She took the pack of tissues and thanked him in a quiet voice.

The man looked her over with satisfaction, then took the opportunity to start a conversation.

"I’m the one who caused this, so you shouldn’t be thanking me. I’m sorry, I really didn’t do it on purpose. And just to add—and I don’t mean anything by it—you look so young. That outfit really suits you."

Amina was speechless.

His eyes then fell on the bracelet on Amina’s wrist.

"You like bracelets? What a coincidence, my family owns a jewelry store. Do you like gold necklaces, rings, or earrings? Let me know when you’re free. I’ll take you shopping and get you something, on me."

’He really is friends with a rich girl. You can tell he’s a rich kid just by looking at him.’

’He doesn’t even know me and he’s already offering to buy me gold jewelry?’

Amina sighed to herself. ’Rich people sure know how to sweet-talk.’ She shook her head.

"No, thank you. I’m not a big fan of them. I should get back upstairs."

With that, she dodged the man and scampered up the stairs.

The man exchanged a look with a few of his friends behind him and smiled, pleased with himself.

"I made my move first, so she’s mine. I don’t care what you guys think, you’ll have to wait until I’m done with her."

His friends laughed. "You sly bastard, you’re always the fastest! Go on, go on, get to it."

Amina had just reached the top of the stairs and was pulling out a tissue to wipe her clothes when the man followed her up.

"You said you don’t like gold jewelry, so what do you like? I’ll get you something else to make up for it. Don’t worry, you can name anything. As long as you like it, it’s yours."

Amina quickly stopped what she was doing and tugged at her clothes.

"Really, there’s no need. It’s not a big deal. Besides, these clothes aren’t even mine. I just wear them for work. When I’m done, I’ll take them off and wash them, and it’ll be fine."

"That makes me feel even worse. I hate being indebted to a girl. How about this? If you’re too shy to accept a gift, let me treat you to dinner. We can exchange contact information."

As he spoke, the man pulled his phone from his pocket, intending to exchange WeChat contacts, but Amina waved her hands dismissively.

"I don’t use my phone while I’m working, so I didn’t even bring it with me. Sorry."

"No problem, you can just tell me your WeChat ID or phone number."

"My account isn’t linked to my phone number, and I can’t quite remember my WeChat ID. I’m really sorry."

With that, Amina hurried over to another area to continue cleaning.

The man stared at the unyielding girl, speechless for a few seconds, then turned and went back downstairs.

Soon, the man and Simone Vaughn came strolling back upstairs, carrying a bottle of wine and a stemmed glass.

"Darling."

The moment Simone Vaughn saw Amina, she called out in a soft, sweet voice.

"I heard your clothes got wet, so I came up to check on you. Are you all right?"

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