"Oh my god, Vernon. You called the wrong na the month before, how am I supposed to feel loved when I know that you have another woman in your heart?" Shailene raised her voice out of frustration.
"Think, Vernon Phoenix Gray— think why I don't want to have sex with you for a month! Damn, You're the lowest kind of scum on earth!"
Vernon gulped out of nervousness. This ti, he was completely tongue-tied, unable to respond properly as he realized he was 100% at fault here.
Vernon noticed that Shailene was getting worked up as she unleashed her grudge for so long, "Okay, okay. Can I do sothing to compensate for what I've done? Is money enough for compensation?"
Shailene took a deep breath. God knew how much she wanted to punch this jerk in the face for being so insensitive.
A few years had passed, and he looked much more mature and wise, but all that was just a look. He was still the sa manchild that didn't understand how to apologize. Even a simple sorry would have been great.
After all, it was years ago, and she was the one accepting Vernon's request to help him in the first place.
Shailene took a deep breath and said, "Again, I don't need your money, Vernon."
"Then what do you want?"
'I dont know, maybe a simple fucking SORRY would be great,' Shailene said in her heart.
But since Vernon didn't seem to understand, she would rather keep it by herself. Because if she was the one who told Vernon to say sorry, then the apology would be insincere.
"Let's just forget about . I've said what I want to say for so long. It's ti to focus on this woman nad Chloe—"
Shailene was interrupted when she noticed a waiter walking to their seat with a tray in his hand. He served the entree, two plates of grilled scallops with ginger and li.
After the waiter put the plates on the table, he announced in a gentle voice, "Distinguished guests, we will provide music to help set up the mood."
The waiter clapped twice, and a man in a suit holding a violin ca to their seat.
He bowed his head politely, "Sir, Miss, please let know if you have any music request."
Vernon's jaw dropped again. He forgot that he usually had a violinist playing for his dinner date here. He usually did it to set up the mood and make the woman he dated feel loved.
Though really, all he wanted was just fucking her or the connection she had to help his business.
Shailene frowned, knowing that Vernon had no intention of romancing her again. She guessed there was so kind of miscommunication here.
"Did you accidentally set this up as a romantic date?"
"It's a miscommunication. My secretary already said that we're having a business dinner, but the owner thought I was having a romantic dinner with a new date," Vernon replied.
"Oh, thank god."
"Huh? Thank god? For what?" Vernon asked.
"Becuase there's no way in hell I'm going to fuck a dirty scum like you," Shailene said ruthlessly.
She expected Vernon to insult her back, but Vernon only bit his lower lip and said nothing.
Then, he proceeded to eat his food without talking, thinking it was the best way to make the situation less tense between them.
Shailene sighed, and she started eating the scallops as well;
'He is so hopeless. I don't know what kind of woman will be willing to stay with him.'
**
Vernon and Shailene had a full-course al in silence until the dessert ca.
Realizing that the mood had settled down, Vernon finally asked, "So, Shailene, I don't know if you still rember this. But I invite you for dinner because I need your help as a psychologist."
"Yes, I rember," Shailene replied. "You want to console you, right?"
"Yeah, I need your advice, because I don't know how to face her," Vernon said.
"Mind telling the profile of this woman first?" Shailene asked. "I only know her na, age, and status—"
"—Chloe, age 30, status: the woman that you've been in love with for so long."
Vernon's cheeks reddened out of sha. Since he was facing Shailene, it would be unhelpful if he denied the last information.
So he nodded and murmured, "Yeah, that's correct."
"You know that it's easier if I simply et her, right? I can ask many things from her, and will give a better judgnt on what kind of advice I should give," Shailene said, giving a better option for Vernon.
"I can do that, but not now,"
"Why not?"
"She… she still hasn't trusted yet. I don't think allowing you to et her is a wise choice. She will feel uncomfortable," Vernon explained.
"So, you want to give you an advice on how to make her open up and trust you?"
"Yes."
"Then let's start with the basics, tell everything you know about her," Shailene took out her iPad, ready to make a note for the information from Vernon.
Vernon was thinking for a while, trying to find a good start before he spoke.
Shailene waited until she finished her dessert. Vernon only humd and looked up many tis as if trying to filter everything in his head.
Shailene silently noted this since Vernon never seed to be in so much thought when it involved soone before, at least from her observation.
But after almost twenty minutes of not speaking, Shailene got a little impatient and said, "Vernon, are you uncomfortable speaking about her here?"
"Ah, you finally understand ," Vernon said. "I'm just inviting you here to ask if you're down to help . You know— I thought I had to persuade you a little."
"Oh, usually, you need to persuade a lot, Vernon. But I happen to take interest in this woman nad Chloe, rember?" Shailene said. "Then, why don't we go to my apartnt? It's not far from here, it should make you more comfortable talking about private things, right?"
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