"Really?" He spread his hand out in front of her, it was a good opportunity: "Give the phone."
Jane Quinlan handed him her phone, wondering why he still didn’t trust her and wanted to check it.
This wasn’t so kind of lie or deception.
She thought she needed to find a topic to talk about, otherwise it would be too awkward.
Kay Forrest took her phone, and naturally found the call log and redialed it.
The call was quickly answered, and her mother’s voice ca through: "Jane, why are you calling back again?"
"Auntie, it’s , Kay."
Jane’s mother was very pleased: "Oh, it’s Kay."
"Yes, Jane just told you were concerned about .
I’m doing well, don’t worry.
I’ve been quite busy with work these days and didn’t have ti to call you, take good care of yourself."
"Oh, okay, okay."
"Oh, by the way, Jane’s cousin is visiting Anchester, and we haven’t had a al together in these few days.
I’ll definitely invite him for a good dinner another day to give you plenty of face."
Jane’s mother laughed happily, "Sure, sure, thank you, Kay."
"Alright, Auntie, we are family, no need for such formalities.
I’m having dinner with Jane and an old friend, I’ll call you back later, okay?"
"Sure, sure, you go ahead."
After hanging up, Kay Forrest handed the phone back to Jane Quinlan.
"Next ti sothing like this happens, tell earlier, otherwise Auntie might think we’re having a fight."
Jane Quinlan nodded and pouted, "Got it."
Yvonne Stone, sitting across, watched their interaction, feeling a bit upset inside.
But she suppressed her displeasure and smiled, asking: "You seem to get along well.
How long have you known each other?"
Kay Forrest turned to look at Jane Quinlan: "Three months."
"t the parents within three months? Kay, that’s not like you."
Kay Forrest raised his hand to ruffle Jane Quinlan’s hair: "When you et the right person, you can introduce them anyti.
Ti is just a aningless relative thing, so people know each other for ten years and still don’t enter marriage."
"Then how co Mr. Stone doesn’t know about Miss Quinlan?
Could it be that only Miss Quinlan cares about you, but you don’t care about Miss Quinlan?"
"Listen to what you’re saying. If it were soone less broad-minded, they might have started a fight with .
Thankfully, my Jane isn’t like that.
My marriage isn’t sothing my dad can decide, so it doesn’t matter whether he knows or not."
Kay Forrest raised an eyebrow provocatively at Yvonne Stone: "So people are eager to marry , thinking they can take a shortcut with my dad.
But they don’t know, the more they go this way, the harder it gets."
Yvonne Stone clenched her fists secretly, and turned to smile at Jane Quinlan, "Looks like Kay really cares about you, I’m envious.
How did you two et? Logically, you aren’t from the sa world."
Jane Quinlan pursed her lips and thought for a mont: "It’s a bit of a mix-up, are you sure you want to hear it?"
"Go ahead and tell us. It’s boring just eating, chatting while eating is more fun."
Jane Quinlan looked at Kay Forrest: "Can I tell?"
"Go ahead, sweetheart," he said, looking at her lovingly with a smile.
Jane Quinlan said, "Actually, we just had a bit of a mix-up."
She narrated the story of how she dragged Kay Forrest ho from the station back then.
What Jane Quinlan found romantic sounded to Yvonne Stone like a sneer: "These days, young people’s tactics for catching a wealthy bachelor have beco so advanced.
I really can’t compare, Miss Quinlan, I admire you."
Jane Quinlan was stunned for a mont, this woman... luckily, she was saying this in front of Kay Forrest, otherwise would she have said sothing even nastier?
Jane Quinlan stubbornly raised her head: "Miss Stone, it also depends on fate to catch a wealthy bachelor.
So people, well, will never get a wealthy bachelor in their lifeti, it’s just the way they are."
Anyway, this is just an act, why not let it be as it is.
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