Chapter 86: The Temptation of Marriage Proposal Chapter 86: The Temptation of Marriage Proposal Alia Wilson wore a cashre coat on the outside with a wide-strapped printed wool long skirt on the inside. Her beautiful collarbone was exposed, and her hair was elegantly braided into a loose braid on one side, giving off a sense of casualness.
The skirt reached below her knees, and she wore a pair of black high heels, which undoubtedly elevated her figure even more.
When she appeared in the Other Restaurant’s Private Room 502, it was exactly 8:30.
Seeing Harry Collins still there, Alia beca more guarded.
Little did she know, Harry was quite impatient with waiting for people, especially won. Yet, he had waited for her patiently for half an hour, which definitely ant sothing was going on.
Alia put her purse aside and sat down across from him, giving him a teasing look, “Third Young Master Collins, I have arrived.”
This Alia was undeniably enchanting.
With delicate features, snow-white skin, and sexy, full lips, she looked unquestionably beautiful no matter how one looked at her.
Alia noticed his uninterrupted gaze and teased, “What, has the Third Young Master not had enough of looking at my beautiful face, Alia Wilson?”
The teasing in her eyes, akin to a myriad of charming gestures, also seed like mockery. For a mont, Harry found it hard to see through Alia. In his mind, she was always a beautiful and simple-minded woman who was vain.
This Alia was sowhat enigmatic to him.
As Harry continued to stare at her, Alia started to feel annoyed inside. What on earth did he want with her?
After a while, Harry replied, “Your face is indeed more beautiful, and as you said, I, Harry Collins, have not had enough.”
Alia let out a seemingly-appropriate chuckle.
“If I recall correctly, not too long ago, soone told that apart from getting in bed, the only relationship between n and won is interest.”
Having said that, Alia fixed her gaze on him, her clear, innocent eyes revealing an air of simplicity and harmlessness.
At this mont, Harry felt she was much like an actress.
She added, light as a feather, “In the eyes of others, Alia Wilson is nothing but a beautiful shell and a heart full of vanity.”
Harry couldn’t help but grin, his voice sowhat tender, “The Third Young Master suddenly wants to change his ways and yearn for a beautiful appearance.”
After a mont of surprise, Alia burst into laughter.
“Haha…”
Her laughter was very unsettling for Harry, but he endured it for the sake of his own motives.
Once she stopped laughing, Alia slowly stood up and approached Harry step by step. She then sat down at the nearest position to him and adjusted her body to face him.
At close range, Alia’s features were as impeccable as ever.
She leaned close to his right ear and whispered softly, “There must be a hidden motive when sothing unusual happens.”
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