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He was a man! Couldn’t he take the initiative?
Just as she was thinking this, Noel reached out with his other hand and held hers.
He looked at her with bright eyes, just like he had done when she was sick, and announced, “Cecilia, I’ll treat you
well for a lifetime!”
What was the use of such a solemn promise?
Just like his efforts when she was sick, everything had been done deliberately with ulterior motives!
He had only wanted to elevate his status by becoming the Jarvis family’s son-in-law.
Marrying her wasn’t important. What mattered was that by marrying her, he could transform his status as an
assistant in the Fulcher family to the distinguished son-in-law of the Jarvis family.
With just one wedding, Noel could shake off the traces of his roots and transform into something so much better.
This was the result of Sue’s analysis for Cecilia.
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That was a term of endearment for a girl in the South, something commonly used when they were young, but less
so as they grew older.
When Sue called her that day, Cecilia was immediately moved—she felt as if she had returned to her childhood.
There’s no one in the world as good as her mother.
She nodded. “Mom.”
Sue patted her hand. “You might think I’m exaggerating, but I’ve walked a longer road and seen more marriages
than you can imagine. In marriages where the families don’t match, very few last. As for you and Noel… He
couldn’t even pass the test of taking money. Do you expect him to marry you, take care of you, and love you for a
lifetime?”
Cecilia’s heart was completely shaken after hearing these words.
Yes, Noel took the money. The moment he took money from the Jarvises, there was no doubt he desired something
from them.
Despite having a substantial amount of money himself—judging by his salary and the restaurant he owned—he was
still after the Jarvises’ wealth.
Such a greedy man had no worth!
Cecilia calmed herself. She clenched her fists, and focused on the man across from her. He was the blind date her
mother had chosen for her.
No matter how absurd it was, it couldn’t be Noel.
The curtain was thick. Cecilia couldn’t see his facial features, no matter how much she strained to look. She
couldn’t even make out the color of his clothes.
Everything was all blurry, with only a very general outline.
What could a silhouette indicate?
Northern men were generally tall, and many had a build and height similar to Noel’s. It might just be a similar
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Cecilia told herself not to overthink, and just focus on waiting for the upcoming conversation.
Soon, the waitress who had led Cecilia to the second floor started speaking with a microphone in the middle of the
floor. When she spoke, her voice reached every corner of the second floor.
“Now, everyone who’s here for blind dates has arrived.”
The number was even more than their boss had expected. Although everyone would report their names to the boss
before coming here for reservations, their boss was a drunkard… He was only good at coming up with business
ideas.
For actual operations, the café relied on these employees and professional managers.
This time, so many people came for blind dates. It set a record for the café.
The waitress couldn’t help but complain inwardly about her boss, who drank all day. The old man had said that only
by getting drunk could one escape the pain of life.
With so much money, what pain could he possibly have?!
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