"Cecilia, haste makes waste. This matter isn’t urgent; it should be approached gradually."
Not urgent?
Sophie Sullivan slamd her wine glass down on the dining table, angrily furrowing her brows, "Lucifer, can I not be anxious? I’ve pursued Liam Donald for so many years, yet he still doesn’t feel anything for . I can’t accept this."
Miss Cecilia Branford, God’s favored child, found her greatest sense of defeat in Liam Donald.
She couldn’t believe that Liam Donald didn’t like her at all.
"Dear." Lucifer placed the evenly cut steak pieces in front of her, and seamlessly moved her uncut portion towards himself, continuing, "Don’t you understand Liam yet? The more you approach him, the more indifferent he becos towards you, so you can’t pursue him in conventional ways. You have to be clever and think of other thods."
"Then help think, Lucifer. You’re a man; you must understand n’s thoughts." Sophie Sullivan picked up a fork and started eating the steak leisurely.
Taking a bite, she frowned in disdain, "It’s overcooked."
"Is it?" Lucifer helplessly shook his head; it wasn’t the steak that was overcooked, but rather her bad mood.
Sophie Sullivan put down the fork, lifted the goblet, and sipped so red wine, her beautiful eyes appearing slightly dim, "If it really doesn’t work... I’ll turn an uncooked affair with Liam Donald into a done deal!"
Lucifer’s hand shook while cutting the steak, the knife making a piercing sound against the plate as he took a deep breath, turning his head with sternness towards Sophie, "Cecilia, no!"
"Why not?" Sophie huffed and downed the cup of wine in one gulp.
Why not?
Liam Donald was her fiance; they certainly would get married in the end, inevitably beco one.
She was rely bringing forward the post-marriage affair, what was wrong with that?
The blue vein on Lucifer’s forehead throbbed violently; she dared to have such a crazy idea, which was unacceptable!
He had to cut this off at the cradle!
With a deep breath hidden inside, he suppressed his fury and began to lecture her nicely, "Cecilia, although our country’s atmosphere towards gender relations is quite open, you have to trust , any man prefers his wife to be loyal only to him, having only one man. There once was an expert survey involving 1,000 n about whom they’d prefer more between pure and non-pure won as wives. The result showed 96% chose the pure. Do you know what this implies?"
Lucifer’s gaze, dark and shadowed, locked onto her, not allowing any evasion or escape.
Sophie Sullivan’s heart sank suddenly.
Oh no...
She was no longer a **** woman.
She... was no longer pure.
Would Liam Donald despise her?
Wouldn’t he want to marry her anymore?
"Cecilia, compared to experienced won, n prefer those as blank slates. Because on such slates, they can freely create their favorite paintings and personally shape them into their ideal won."
"Lucifer, stop it..." Sophie’s facial color was pale, the more she listened, the less grounded she felt.
She began to feel uneasy. If Liam found out she was no longer pure, would he dislike her more?
Frowning, she poured herself another glass of wine; what should she do, what could she do?
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