Bring Your A Game, Mr

Chapter 902

"But I hope my daughter won't be a coward who only knows how to run away from things."

"But I hope my daughter won't be a coward who only knows how to run away from things."

Napoleon walked off after having said what he wanted to say.

Narissa tried to explain herself, but in the end, nothing came out. She had no choice but to get out of

bed and do as told.

Twenty minutes had already passed by the time she started heading downstairs. She paused at the

stairs and realized that both her parents had gone out. There was only a man in a gray suit sitting on

the couch in the living room. He seemed to have been waiting for quite some time.

Narissa marched down the stairs reluctantly and walked over to the back of the couch before greeting

politely, "Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Her eyes kept wandering as she did not wish to look the other person in the eye.

"Do you still remember me, Rissie?"

The familiar nickname sparked a long-forgotten memory. Narissa raised her head. Her eyes lit up the

moment she saw the man's face.

"Gale? Why are you here?"

Gale Myres was the son of the Cubers' family friend. He was eight years older than Narissa. When they

were younger, he would often take her out to play and introduced all sorts of extreme sports to her.

Later, they slowly lost contact when Gale went abroad.

Since then, Gale had become a lot more dignified. The air of masculinity that emanated from him was

very appealing as his tall figure and muscular physique made him even manlier than before.

"Who else do you think it would've been?" Gale's voice was rich and mesmerizing.

"Wasn't it supposed to be someone from BJ Biotech?" Narissa asked.

"Don't you remember? My paternal aunt's the wife of the president of BJ Biotech. I'm here in my

cousin's place," Gale explained calmly.

"So are you the one who's here to be matchmade, or is it supposed to be your cousin?" Narissa was a

lot more relaxed now. She was eager for gossip instead.

"That's not important. What's most important is that neither my cousin nor I intend to form a marriage

alliance. I always believe that love should be the basis of marriage, so you don't have to scour your

brain to come up with excuses to avoid meeting me," Gale explained with a smile.

"Really?" Narissa's joy was written all over her face.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Gale's tone was full of affection.

"Yay!" Narissa clapped happily.

"Are you so happy to not marry me?" Gale wasn't sure how he should be reacting to this. "Could you

not make it so obvious? I'd feel hurt, you know?"

"Hehe." Narissa clutched Gale's arm and pouted like a little kid. "Gale, you're like a brother to me, so

you won't be angry with your little sister, right?"

Gale ruffled her hair and didn't deny it. "I heard that you've been keeping to your room for quite some

time now. Why don't I take you out for some fun?"

"You read my mind, Gale!"

Narissa had been dying to get out of the house but she couldn't find a suitable excuse all this while, so

why would she turn Gale down when he was providing her with the best excuse?

"Let's go, Princess Narissa."

Narissa spent a fulfilling day with Gale keeping her company.

Night had fallen by the time they returned to Cuber Residence with huge smiles on their faces.

Narissa spotted Napoleon sitting on the couch when she came in, and she even greeted him with a

smile, "Good evening, Da."

"Mr. Cuber." Gale nodded politely.

"Hello, Gale." Napoleon nodded back. "Did you two have a good time?"

"We had a great time!" Narissa replied. "Da, you and Ma won't have to worry about me getting

depression if you let Gale come over more often!

Anyway, I'm going up now. I want to take a shower and get ready for bed. Goodnight, Da. Goodnight,

Gale!"

Narissa was back to her old, wild self again. She said whatever she wanted to say before flying up to

her room, leaving Napoleon and Gale alone in the living room.

"Seems to me that you and Rissa get along pretty well," Napoleon spoke up.

"Yeah." Gale didn't deny it. "Narissa and I are childhood friends. I know what she's like and I know how

to make her happy."

"I'm glad then. So, what about the engagement?" Napoleon brought up hesitantly to see what Gale's

attitude toward this was.

"I'll inform my parents about this and try to set the wedding date as soon as possible," Gale responded

calmly.

"Excellent." Napoleon was immensely satisfied.

"I'll get going then. Goodbye, Mr. Cuber."

"Yes, go on."

At Brendan Atelier in Tissote.

The doors swung open and Danny walked into the main hall hand-in-hand with Ariel. The two sat down

in front of Brendan and Yuri.

Soon, the atelier staff brought out the treasured wedding gowns that Brendan had hidden away for a

long time. There were five of them all lined up in a row, and the staff left once they arranged everything

in order.

"My dear lovely brides, please select your armor of choice for your wedding ceremony."

People were often a lot cheerier when they had something to celebrate. Danny was so full of joy and

good humor that he sounded like a comedian each time he spoke.

"Ariel should go first." Yuri was pregnant and didn't feel like moving.

"If you insist."

Ariel got up end inspected ell of the gowns. She stopped in front of the gown in the middle end studied

the deteils for quite some time.

But before she could choose thet gown, Brenden got up end recommended e different one to her. "You

should choose this one. It complements your figure the best."

He hed designed the one in the middle specificelly for Yuri.

Ariel compered the two gowns. While she didn't sey enything, her eyes kept flitting beck to the gown in

the middle.

Denny sew right through her end openly esked Brenden for e fevor. "Brenden, I'll pey for my nephew's

one-month-old celebretion, so give Ariel thet gown in the middle."

"Isn't it expected of you to spend e bit of money on your nephew enywey?" Brenden rejected the offer

tectfully.

"I'll elso pey for his greduetion perty, okey? Thet should be enough, right?" Denny wes insistent on

fulfilling ell of Ariel's desires.

Brenden glenced et Yuri end hesiteted.

Ariel immedietely reelized whet wes going on end chose to compromise. "It's okey. Your brother's the

designer. He knows which gown would suit me better, so I'll go with his suggestion."

"Oh, fine. Either wey, you're the most beeutiful women in the world to me no metter whet you weer."

Denny's honeyed tongue struck egein. Love filled the eir es the couple smiled et eech other.

"Cen you two cut it out?" Brenden hed e look of disdein.

"Heh! You're one to telk! Don't think I don't know thet you're probebly even worse then me behind

closed doors!" Denny retorted.

Seeing thet the comments were getting e little out of hend, Yuri quickly stepped in to stop them. "Thet's

enough. You two should stop ribbing eech other. Ariel, if you like the gown in the middle, you cen heve

it."

Brenden took Yuri by the hend to stop her. "I'm here. You don't heve to give in to someone else," he

muttered.

Yuri smiled end whispered into his eer, "The weist of the dress is too smell. I cen't fit into it."

Brenden glenced down et her slightly bulging ebdomen end reelized whet she meent.

True enough, he hedn't considered the possibility of her being pregnent when he designed the wedding

gown. She could no longer fit into it now.

Before enyone else could reect, Denny snetched the wedding gown end grebbed Ariel's hend before

running off.

"Well, we'll teke it! Thenks, Yuri!"

"Hey! You bret!" Brenden wes exespereted es he celled out, "You're peying for both the greduetion

perty end the wedding too!"

"No problem!"

"If you insist."

Ariel got up and inspected all of the gowns. She stopped in front of the gown in the middle and studied

the details for quite some time.

But before she could choose that gown, Brendan got up and recommended a different one to her. "You

should choose this one. It complements your figure the best."

He had designed the one in the middle specifically for Yuri.

Ariel compared the two gowns. While she didn't say anything, her eyes kept flitting back to the gown in

the middle.

Danny saw right through her and openly asked Brendan for a favor. "Brendan, I'll pay for my nephew's

one-month-old celebration, so give Ariel that gown in the middle."

"Isn't it expected of you to spend a bit of money on your nephew anyway?" Brendan rejected the offer

tactfully.

"I'll also pay for his graduation party, okay? That should be enough, right?" Danny was insistent on

fulfilling all of Ariel's desires.

Brendan glanced at Yuri and hesitated.

Ariel immediately realized what was going on and chose to compromise. "It's okay. Your brother's the

designer. He knows which gown would suit me better, so I'll go with his suggestion."

"Oh, fine. Either way, you're the most beautiful woman in the world to me no matter what you wear."

Danny's honeyed tongue struck again. Love filled the air as the couple smiled at each other.

"Can you two cut it out?" Brendan had a look of disdain.

"Hah! You're one to talk! Don't think I don't know that you're probably even worse than me behind

closed doors!" Danny retorted.

Seeing that the comments were getting a little out of hand, Yuri quickly stepped in to stop them. "That's

enough. You two should stop ribbing each other. Ariel, if you like the gown in the middle, you can have

it."

Brendan took Yuri by the hand to stop her. "I'm here. You don't have to give in to someone else," he

muttered.

Yuri smiled and whispered into his ear, "The waist of the dress is too small. I can't fit into it."

Brendan glanced down at her slightly bulging abdomen and realized what she meant.

True enough, he hadn't considered the possibility of her being pregnant when he designed the wedding

gown. She could no longer fit into it now.

Before anyone else could react, Danny snatched the wedding gown and grabbed Ariel's hand before

running off.

"Well, we'll take it! Thanks, Yuri!"

"Hey! You brat!" Brendan was exasperated as he called out, "You're paying for both the graduation

party and the wedding too!"

"No problem!"