"Hello?"
"Anna, you finally answered my call! It’s Dylan White!"
"Sorry, I was too busy the past few days. I saw your missed calls but didn’t have ti to return them..."
"It’s okay. Are you free today? We didn’t finish our conversation at the café last ti. Didn’t you say we could have a al together when there’s a chance? I’ll treat you!"
Ever since that eting at the café, Dylan has often called Anna Thornton, but she never answered.
Including when Dylan wanted to invite Anna for dinner after the café, she refused.
Because it’s not the right ti yet!
Making a man fall for you might just take ten minutes.
But to catch a fish on the hook requires a bit more patience. A few days of playing hard to get can layer on an irresistible itch on top of the feelings.
She had heard a theory sowhere, that the more a man wants to win over a woman, the lower his IQ becos.
Anna hadn’t contacted Dylan for several days, yet he called her even more frequently. It’s likely Dylan’s IQ has already hit rock bottom.
Anna curled her lips over the phone, but her answer was still a refusal: "Sorry, Dylan, I’m not free today."
"How about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow won’t work either!"
"Anna, you’re not deliberately avoiding , are you? Have you forgotten what we said at the café? You still want my help to send the lawyer’s letter to deal with those boring dia that always slander you. My dinner invitation has no other intention, just wanting to help you."
"I know, Dylan. But I’m really not free today or for a while. How about you wait until I return from Veridia?"
"What? You’re going back to Veridia?"
"Yes! My father’s death anniversary is coming up. I’m planning to go back and pay my respects."
Anna was standing on the second floor of the Sterling Residence, taking this call, watching the children’s playground Conrad was building for Pop starting construction.
Suddenly, mories of the amusent park her father gave her as an eighteenth birthday gift flashed in her mind, wondering how it was now.
"Anna, you’re going back ho, aren’t you afraid of your stepmother?"
"Things happened many years ago, and we’ve t in Aethelgard too. I think she probably wouldn’t dare to do anything to now."
"That’s not for certain. I can’t rest easy knowing you’re going alone! Well, I’m free tomorrow, I’ll take you!"
"Dylan, you’re willing to take ? Really?"
"Of course, plus it’s been a year since I’ve gone back to have a look."
Dylan taking Anna back to Veridia is the first step in the plan.
Regardless if the man is worried about things being exposed and wanting to watch over her, or just plain intoxicated by desire, he’s already been hooked.
After finishing this call, Anna dialed Mary’s number.
Since Anna planned to return to Veridia, she naturally needed to inform Mary, her agent, and ask for a few days off.
Next, she texted Uncle Douglas, telling him that Dylan has already taken the bait. Then, arrangents in Veridia to schedule a eting between Holly Sutton and Dylan need to be made.
Once they et, Anna is confident they will confront each other!
After handling these, the last process needs to be resolved – Conrad Sterling!
At this ti, Conrad was working in the study.
Since they got their marriage license, Conrad’s workload hasn’t decreased, yet he’s coming ho more punctually day by day.
Although the study’s decor is identical to his CEO office, he’s strangely unwilling to spend more ti at the company.
Upon hearing the sound of the study door being knocked, Conrad saw Anna entering with a fake smile and carrying a cup of coffee for him.
"Are you still busy? I personally made you a cup of coffee to keep you energized."
Anna carefully placed the coffee cup next to Conrad’s hand, reminding him, "Have a sip first, take a break."
Upon hearing, Conrad rely cast a glance at her, not even lifting a hand, "Can the coffee you made be drunk?"
"Speaking like that is a bit hurtful. This coffee was made with my hard work, why can’t it be drunk?"
"Alright, be straightforward! Why are you looking for ?" Conrad asked her outright.
He knew when this woman had nothing to do, she’d rather avoid him, but when she needed sothing, she’d co forward with a show of diligence.
"Here’s the thing, Mary got a job, it’s for a chain store event. I probably won’t be ho the next few days, needing to travel between several nearby cities for it. So... I’ll have to ask you to take care of Pop during these days!"
After hearing what Anna was up to, Conrad asked her, "How much do you earn from such work?"
"Uh... around twenty thousand."
"Do you know how much I earn daily? I’ll give you two hundred thousand, but you’re not allowed to go anywhere in these days. Stay ho properly!"
"It’s not just about the money! Conrad, this is my job, earning money doesn’t matter, but you should at least respect , right?"
"It’s not even acting, what’s respectable about an event? Standing in front of a mall counter for people to take a few pictures, how is it different from the monkeys at a zoo? Is it aningful?"
Damn it, Anna should’ve said it’s for filming or comrcials!
But she was worried that if she left for a few days and returned, Conrad might ask for the finished product, and it would be exposed.
After all, this man is hard to deceive, even more difficult to deal with than ten Dylans combined.
"Anyway, I’ve accepted the job, signed the contract. I’m definitely going. Previously, for the marriage conditions, you proposed four things, I barely managed to agree to modify one. Now I’m adding one more: you’re not allowed to interfere with my choice of work after marriage!"
If soft words don’t work, Anna goes straight to being tough.
She didn’t need to know Conrad’s response after finishing speaking, she turned around, ready to leave the study.
"Stop right there!" Conrad called out to her, "Do you know what day it is today?"
"What day is it?" Anna asked, puzzled.
"Monday!"
What’s special about Monday?
Seeing she hadn’t reacted yet, Conrad had to make it clearer: "Your period should be over, right? Tonight, coax Pop to bed early, then get ready in my room, wait for !"
"Counting the days so accurately, is that all you think about?" Anna muttered quietly with her back turned, "You pervert!"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing! I got it! Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be well ’prepared’ tonight, waiting for you!"
...
Conrad always felt this woman wouldn’t submit obediently. She deliberately emphasized the word ’prepared,’ could there be another aning?
After Anna left the study, Conrad glanced at the coffee placed beside him. The overly dark brew already indicated the fact that it was a culinary disaster.
But he couldn’t help it, inexplicably lifted the cup to take a sip.
As expected, it tasted horrible!
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