President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 218

Our happiness was always as fleeting as a meteor.

And the paintings I drew for him.

Sean looked so good on each one.

Did I have no chance to draw him again?

My mood was very complicated.

While I was packing, Daisy came back from the company. She saw things at home and frowned, “does Sean really want to break up with you?”

“Yes.”

I wanted to get married before, but he refused. He may have been thinking about how to end the relationship.

Daisy didn’t go on because she saw that I wasn’t happy. She put her arms around my neck and said, “forget it. You cleaned the house for me. He doesn’t love you but I love you. Tell me what you want to eat at night. It’s my treat. It’s a reward for helping me clean my house.”

“No...”

“Don’t refuse me. I will go abroad again in less than half a month. I’ll be busy during Christmas. Foreign food is too bad. You can eat with me.”

Daisy interrupted me as soon as she knew I was going to refuse.

“OK.”

I promised her.

Daisy’s phone rang while we were choosing where to eat.

It was Jack.

Daisy hesitated for a long time and answered the phone. She turned on the speakers and said coldly, “what’s up?”

“Daisy, I heard that you and June were the only two people for your birthday, so I chose a special place today. I prepared a cake for you. Can I celebrate another birthday for you?”

Jack over the phone was very attentive.

“No.” Daisy refused directly.

“I’ve made a reservation.” Jack often said that.

Daisy wanted to say no, but she glanced at me and said, “Okay, call Sean.”

“Ah?” Jack froze for a moment, but he quickly responded, “OK, no problem! I’ll ask him!”

Jack finished and hung up.

The result was conceivable.

Sean wouldn’t come.

Jack kept pestering Daisy. At last Daisy asked him to meet directly at a hot pot restaurant.

Although Jack was reluctant, he agreed.

She chose a high-end hot pot restaurant with boxes.

Jack sat down and ordered a lot of food after we went in.

At last he took a bottle of champagne out of the bag.

I didn’t understand, but Daisy became very happy. “Louis Roederer Cristal?”

“Haha, you are an expert.”

When Daisy recognized it, Jack was more proud.

After we ordered, the waiter asked, “what kind of bottom would you like, please?”

“Double.” Jack said.

“All spicy.” Daisy said.

Their answers were totally different.

Jack looked at Daisy. “I can’t eat spicy food.”

“I have the final say on my birthday.” Daisy didn’t seem to want to change.

Jack had no choice but to agree.

Although Jack looked like a playboy, he and Daisy had a good chat today. I sat next to them and couldn’t join in.

I didn’t speak and ate all the time.