Kay Forrest glared at her: "What’s wrong with now?"
"When you talk about others, can you not beat around the bush and drag into it?"
"I was praising you."
Jane Quinlan rolled her eyes: "I didn’t feel like that was a complint."
"Isn’t saying that you’re self-respecting a complint?" Kay shook his head: "You really are... Cut the crap, are you in or out for the plot?"
"Yes, I am. You scared , didn’t you?"
Kay Forrest raised an eyebrow: "After breaking up with her, she clung to for a while, but later I got another girlfriend, so..."
"Jerk..."
"Jane Quinlan," Kay glared at her.
"Okay, okay, just say it, I’m all ears."
"Stop scheming against ."
Jane Quinlan nodded without making a sound.
"After graduating from high school, I went abroad and lived there.
I just ca back from overseas this year. She sohow heard about my return and started scheming against again.
Her family took advantage of my dad’s eagerness for to get married and ca to my house trying to set up with her.
My dad didn’t understand this woman, but I did, so naturally, I wouldn’t let her succeed."
Jane Quinlan nodded again: "So what’s my role today?"
"You? My dearly beloved girlfriend."
As soon as Kay Forrest finished speaking, Jane Quinlan felt goosebumps all over.
"What then? Nothing else is needed?"
"Do you think I’m taking you to star in a soap opera? This one setup is enough."
Jane Quinlan pouted. What’s wrong with television dramas? He, a big man, still watches TV dramas every day.
Especially those ridiculous ones.
Kay Forrest parked the car and told her, "Stay in the car and wait for . I’ll call you later."
Jane Quinlan nodded, and Kay got out of the car and walked to the restaurant.
Because of his handso looks and a pair of incredible long legs, as soon as he entered, he attracted the attention of many people.
He looked around and saw a woman in a white dress standing up at a table in the center.
Looking closely, he shook his head inwardly. She changed her appearance—this plastic surgery... not bad at all.
He strolled over to the woman, hands in pockets, Yvonne Stone.
"Kay, you’re here." The woman gave him a demure smile, her bashful deanor really endearing.
Kay raised an eyebrow with a devilish smile: "Yvonne, my junior from middle school, long ti no see."
"Yeah, it has been almost ten years, hasn’t it?"
Kay Forrest pointed to a seat: "Sit down."
The two of them sat down, and Yvonne Stone neatly gathered her hair behind her ears: "Over these years, I’ve always missed you, but I never had the courage to find you."
"Lucky you didn’t. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t even recognize you.
You’ve really changed a lot. If it weren’t for surgery, I bet even your parents would have trouble recognizing you."
As he said this, Yvonne Stone didn’t show the slightest embarrassnt but just smiled and said, "You think I had plastic surgery? You must have rembered wrong because it’s been so long since you saw .
I’ve just grown up a bit, and my appearance has matured, that’s all.
I don’t need to do such things as plastic surgery; I’ve always been confident in my looks."
Kay Forrest sneered. If she hadn’t had surgery, he might as well go for gender reassignnt surgery.
He was very accurate when it ca to won.
"Rembered wrong? How could I? You are an indelible mark in my life. I won’t forget."
She pursed her lips: "I’m... that important to you?"
"Hmm," he said, taking a sip from his coffee cup: "The only ti in my life I got cheated on by a woman, and you happen to be that woman. How could you not be important to ?
I literally grind my teeth every ti I think of you."
Yvonne Stone’s expression stiffened slightly: "It wasn’t like that, Kay. You misunderstood back then.
I know you were heartbroken by that incident and that’s why you went abroad.
But believe , I never did anything to betray you.
That day... I was drunk, I don’t know why I ended up there.
It was only much later that I found out I had been drugged.
Kay, you must believe , my feelings for you have always been genuine.
My love for you never stopped."
Kay Forrest sneered, his lips curling up more wickedly: "Is that so? But what can I do? I’ve always had a policy of not taking back used items."
As he spoke, he leaned forward: "I saw with my own eyes how he beca one with you. To , that counts as second-hand.
Plus, there’s sothing even more important. Towards you now... Hmph, I have no feelings anymore."
"If everyone thought like you, then all those girlfriends you had afterward would never need to get married, right?"
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