"Hey, Auntie May, what did you say? Have you found him?"
Janice Gladwell was sitting in her car, waiting for the traffic light. She was surprised to receive a call from Auntie May, she had called Auntie May just ten minutes ago to ask her to set her up, but she had not expected a date so soon.
This was exceptionally fast.
"Yes, he will be at table No. 8 in the Peony Restaurant, wearing a white shirt. But Jan, are you really in such a hurry? To tell you the truth, this young man has no money. Do you want to think about it and wait for a few more days?"
Auntie May sounded reluctant. She had been a matchmaker for decades, but she had never met such an impatient girl. As the saying goes, marry in haste, repent at leisure. She was afraid of ruining her good reputation.
"No need, Auntie May. I don't care about his conditions. As long as he's a good citizen who obeys the law."
Janice understood her own situation very well.
Her stepmother wanted her to marry a rapist on behalf of her sister, so she needed to act first to intercept that.
Therefore, she had to marry another man before her stepmother took action.
Janice knew very well that it was not easy to find someone who was willing to marry her in a short period of time, so she lowered her expectations. As long as he was not retarded and was a man, it was enough.
Janice put away her phone. She held the steering wheel and was about to start the car as the traffic light turned green. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the middle of the road.
An old lady is crossing the road, and there are a lot of cars.
In a hurry, Janice opened her car door and rushed over.
By the time Janice arrived hurriedly at Peony Restaurant, she was late by five minutes.
She thought to herself, "Oh no!"
What if she missed her future husband because of these five minutes?
But the situation did not allow her to think so much.
"Forget it. It's useless to blame myself. I might as well go in and try my luck. Perhaps he's still here?"
Sure enough, when she walked into the restaurant, she saw a man in a white shirt sitting not far away.
Janice walked over, and saw it was exactly table No. 8.
It should be him.
Unexpectedly, he had not left. Janice secretly rejoiced and got a good impression of the man.
As she walked toward the man, she couldn't help but secretly look at his back. His shoulders were broad, and his back was straight. Judging from his figure, he should be a good-looking man.
It was strange. Why did Auntie May say that he wasn't very good?
Was his family too poor?
Well, she would know once she asked.
However, before she could get close, she was stopped by a waiter. "Sorry, Mr. Bateman has instructions not to be disturbed."
Janice said with a smile, "I know, because he made an appointment with me. Of course, he doesn't want to be disturbed."
The waiter did not say anything.
Janice did not notice the astonishment on the waiter's face. She continued walking towards the man.
"Sorry, I'm late. I was delayed on the way." Janice sat down opposite the man.
The man raised his head in silence and looked at her. A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes, and then it turned into inquiry.
Seeing the man's face, Janice almost gasped.
"Oh my god!"
This man was not only good-looking, but astoundingly handsome..
He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Wearing just an ordinary white shirt, he looked like royalty.
To put it bluntly, his appearance was absolutely comparable to those hot young stars in show business.
The main thing was that his aura was so powerful that it was intimidating. When he raised his eyebrows slightly, Janice felt she should stay away.
No wonder he instructed the waiter not to let anyone get close. With his face, no man or woman could resist staring.
Realizing that she had lost her composure, Janice smiled awkwardly and pulled out a chair to sit down.
"Thank you for waiting for me, it proves that you are a gentleman."
Janice's words were heartfelt.
Without saying a word, the man raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of interest flashed in his deep eyes.
...
Naturally, Janice did not notice the man's gaze.
She didn't dare to believe that this man would agree to marry her at such short notice.
In her opinion, this man's appearance was very outstanding. Even if his family was a little poor, it would not have much influence. After all, this was a world that judges everything by appearances.
He really didn't need to be in such a hurry. Did he also have some indescribable reason, like her?
But since she was here, she had to give it a try. What if her proposal worked? So Janice adjusted her mentality and said.
"Hello, let me introduce myself first. My name is Janice Gladwell. I'm 24 years old. I'm now a field reporter at a TV station. I believe Auntie May has told you about my situation. I'm in a hurry to find someone to marry. If you agree, we can register our marriage today."
After Janice finished speaking, she looked at the man anxiously. After all, he did not seem as bad as what Auntie May had said.
There was a trace of surprise in the man's quiet eyes. He looked at Janice for two seconds and then moved away. He did not seem to have any intention of opening his mouth.
Janice was a little embarrassed. Did he agree or not?
Or did her request scare him?
She knew her words sounded a little too casual.
After all, marriage was a big life event. No one should be as hasty as her. She resorted to such an unwise decision because she knew her stepmother's means.
She thought about it and decided to show her sincerity. "I know getting married at such short notice requires courage. After all, we have to live together for a lifetime. Moreover, we don't know each other, so we have to be careful.
In fact, if it weren't for the circumstances, I wouldn't have chosen to get married so hastily. I don't know how much Auntie May has told you about me, but please rest assured that no matter what reasons I have for getting married, it won't affect my attitude of being responsible in the marriage.
Moreover, I have already planned for life after marriage. Although I am still renting an apartment, you can rest assured that my current work is very stable, and my monthly salary will not be a problem to maintain our daily expenses.
I heard from Auntie May that you don't have a job yet, but it doesn't matter. You can find a job slowly. As long as you are willing to work hard, I believe it's not a problem.
Of course, if you are willing to accept my help, I can help you find one. In short, we are still young. Although the current conditions are a little difficult, I believe that as long as we are willing to work hard, our life will definitely get better."
After Janice finished speaking, she stared at the man in front of her fervently. She felt that she had been quite sincere.
But the man was still expressionless. The only difference was that he lowered his head and fidgeted with his mobile phone.
Janice was at a loss for words.
She felt a little embarrassed. It was the first time that she had encountered such a situation. In the past, even if she had interviewed a difficult person, it had never been that weird. Wasn't she clear enough?
Janice was even starting to doubt her ability to express herself.
She hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to repeat herself, "Well, I've said so much. Do you have anything to say? For example, if you'd like to share any secrets or requirements, I'm not a selfish and unreasonable person. Once we're married, your business is my business. As long as I can help you, I'll try my best to help you solve everything, whether it's money or anything else."
Janice stared at the man with expectation.
But the man continued to keep silent, which made her completely lose the courage to continue.
It seemed that he did not know much about her from Auntie May.
That was why he couldn't accept the truth now.
What should she do? Should she continue to persuade him?
Janice was a little saddened. She had lowered her requirements to the lowest level, she only wanted a man. She didn't expect that he would still be unwilling to marry her.
It seemed that her plan wouldn't work.
"I know my proposal is not very good. If you can't accept it, forget it. I'm sorry to disturb you.", Janice said sadly.
If this was the case, forget it. She didn't like to pressure others. Nothing good comes from being pressured.
She was about to get up and leave.
"Janice Gladwell?"
The man suddenly spoke.
Janice paused and looked at him in a daze.
The man's dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled with a tinge of evil.
"Have you brought all your identification?"
His low and pleasant voice was intoxicating. Janice was stunned for a moment, then she nodded and said, "Yes."
"Let's go."
The man got up gracefully, and his tall figure shrouded Janice in an instant.
...
She looked up at him and couldn't help swallowing her spit.
"That..."
The man turned around and said in a warm voice, "Christopher Bateman."
Christopher Bateman?
Janice realized that it was his name and immediately changed her words, "Mr. Bateman, I... don't quite understand..."
Christopher stared at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said.
"Aren't we going to get our marriage certificate? We have to go now, the Civil Affairs Bureau will get off work soon."
Janice's mind went blank for a few seconds, she found it unbelievable. When he asked her if she had brought her identification documents, she had thought that she had misunderstood him. It turned out that he had really agreed to marry her.
The plot twist was too abrupt, and she could not keep up. "You mean... you agree?"
"Why not?"
A mysterious smile appeared on Christopher's face.
Janice's mind was still in a daze when they walked out of the Peony Restaurant.
She stared at the tall figure walking in front of her. After a while, she came to her senses. "Please wait. I'll drive the car over here."
She was driving the TV station's van today.
Christopher nodded and met Janice's eyes. Feeling a little uneasy, she shifted her gaze away and walked towards the garage.
Christopher stared at the little figure leaving in a panic, and the corners of his lips curled up.
As soon as Janice left, Rob Hanson came over. He had seen Christopher and a woman earlier walking out from a distance, and the woman looked a little familiar.
When he got closer, he remembered that she was the woman who had helped the old lady at the intersection.
At that time, a row of cars were parked there waiting for the traffic light. Only she risked her life to help the slow old lady to the opposite side of the road. At that time, their car was parked behind her car and they witnessed everything.
No wonder Mr. Bateman, who didn't like to meddle in other people's business, would help her settle the traffic police's questions. It turned out that they knew each other.
Could it be that Mr. Bateman had changed his schedule because of her?
Rob's mind was filled with questions. He walked over and nodded. "Mr. Bateman."
Christopher narrowed his eyes and asked with a cold expression, "Where are the things?"
"I brought them." Only then did Rob hand over the things in his hands. When he received the text message from Mr. Bateman, he still couldn't believe that Mr. Bateman was asking him to send over his identification documents.
However, Rob was curious to know what Mr. Bateman was going to do next. Christopher took the documents in his hand and glanced at Rob indifferently. "Leave. You don't have to follow me."
Rob found it hard to believe. Did the sun rise in the west today? Why did Mr. Bateman suddenly not need him to follow?
Could it have something to do with that young lady?
"Mr. Bateman, Mr. Allson already knows about your return. He just called to ask when you will go see him." Rob reminded.
Christopher's eyes suddenly turned cold. "I know what I should do."
Rob didn't dare to say anything else.
Janice drove the car up to the door, where Christopher was waiting.
He opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.
Janice saw that there was a folder in his hand and she felt a little strange. She remembered that he seemed to have nothing but a mobile phone in his hand just now.
Christopher noticed her gaze and explained, "I asked a friend to send it over. It's identification documents."
Janice understood. After all, no one would carry their documents with them at all times, unlike her, who was ready to get married at any time.
This also made her feel a little grateful and embarrassed for Christopher's cooperation.
"Do you think I'm too anxious?"