Chapter 258: You Wouldn’t Understand
"Do I just have to show up?"
"Of course, your father won’t force you to fall for your date. He just doesn’t want you to miss the right person." Hear her aunt’s words, Yvonne just thought it was funny. She said to herself that they did not force her to agree simply because there were countless candidates arranged for her later. And this time, the chosen date was just a trial run for the people behind. She had long been familiar with their tricks. She said, "Okay, I’ll go."
She hung up the phone directly. However, James felt a little strange. He was relieved when he heard her say that she wouldn’t go, but she agreed in the end. He quickly asked, "Are you going to go on a blind date?" Yvonne didn’t hide it from him and nodded. James looked anxious, "Didn’t you say that you hated blind dates? Why did you agree?" "I hate it, but I can’t stand the persecution of my family. You should know how it feels." Yvonne said.
James naturally knew it. He had been forced to go on a blind date with Yvonne once. However, he had only gone on a blind date once, and later when his mother arranged it, he refused. "But you can fight to the end, and they will give up eventually," James said. Yvonne didn’t think so. They wouldn’t give up. She knew her family very well. She could choose not to go, but the consequence would be that for some time in the future, she wouldn’t get a moment’s peace, because all the female elders of the Whites would take turns to talk to her and try to brainwash her.
It would be hell on earth.
To be left alone, she had better go. Anyway, as long as she didn’t agree, it would be boring for a while, but it was better than being bombarded by those female elders in the family. "You wouldn’t understand." Yvonne didn’t bother to explain to him. At this time, the car entered the downtown area of Tomaville. Yvonne glanced out the window and said, "Stop the car at the intersection ahead and take me there."
James was still thinking about how to dissuade Yvonne from going on a blind date. How could it be possible for him to separate from her now? He said, "Why take a taxi? Anyway, I’m not busy, so I can drive you back directly." Yvonne said, "I won’t go back." "Then where are you going?" James was puzzled. Yvonne frowned, "I’m going to do styling." James was stunned and braked the car to the side of the road. "I thought you don’t want to go. Why are you doing your hair?"
Yvonne was caught off guard and almost threw herself onto the windshield. She frowned, "Why are you so excited? I just want to look pretty" She gave him an angry glance, opened the door, and was about to get out of the car. James stopped her when he saw this, "What are you doing?" Yvonne said, "I will walk over by myself." She shook his hand off and got out of the car. Seeing that she was angry, James didn’t care that the car was parked illegally, and hurriedly followed, "Don’t, I’ll accompany you. Anyway, I’ll have nothing better to do when I go back."
Yvonne ignored him and walked to the other side of the road. James was about to follow her, but the light turned red. He could only stand there and watch her enter a styling salon. Afterward, he returned to the car, turned around, drove the car across the road, and entered the styling salon where she entered.
...
When he walked in, Yvonne was picking clothes inside, and there was a guy with long hair standing beside her. He was not sure if it was a man or a woman. He didn’t know what the man said to Yvonne, and she took a red dress and looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing her serious look, he doubted whether she wanted to go on a blind date or not. James was secretly annoyed and stepped forward. Seeing the flaming red dress in her hand, he disdainfully said, "This dress is not pretty at all. You’d better change it."
Yvonne had been indecisive, but when she heard him say this, she immediately made a decision, "I want this one." James was dumbfounded for an instant, and followed, "No, don’t you want to look pretty? This dress is not pretty at all." Yvonne frowned, "What I want is not to look pretty." She said something to the stylist beside her and walked upstairs. James was stunned. He didn’t understand what she meant. When he saw her on the second floor, he was about to follow, but was stopped by the clerk, "Sorry, sir, there is a fitting room above, and you can’t go up."
James could only stop, but stared at the movement above. It didn’t take long before Yvonne came down from above. She was wearing a fiery red dress with naked shoulders, with her long, straight black hair draped over her shoulders. She looked enchanting and charming, and James was amazed. She was so beautiful. James didn’t come to his sense until she walked in front of him. "You... just go like this?"
Yvonne looked indifferent, "What’s wrong?" She went to look at herself the mirror. James followed, and subconsciously covered his nose, "This is not appropriate." "What’s wrong with it? I’m not going on a blind date with you." Yvonne refuted. James was speechless. This was where he was most angry. He was one of the best young men in Tomaville in both family background and looks. What was wrong with him? Why didn’t she like him? James was secretly angry.
"But... the last time you were on a blind date with me, why did you dress so casually?" He was unhappy. Yvonne sneered when she heard his complaint, "I don’t think so." James gritted his teeth. Obviously, she was dressed very casually, and her hair was simply tied in a ponytail, and her clothes were casual clothes, unlike her meticulous styling now. She had that she didn’t want to go on a blind date. It was more than enough to participate in a beauty pageant now.
The more James thought about it, the more unpleasant he felt. After leaving the styling salon, the anger in his heart remained. But he still kept his promise and drove her to a blind date in person. On the way, he strongly suppressed her desire to take her away. When the car stopped at the destination, a very high-end membership cafe, he couldn’t help but say, "You’re just going in alone? Why don’t you ask your girlfriends to go with you?"
Yvonne was unfastening the seat belt. Hearing him say that, she was confused, "I’m on a blind date. Why should I ask my girlfriend to go with me?" James was irritated again. She had forgotten that she took Janice with her the last time she went on a blind date with him. The reason to take her girlfriends was to escape halfway. "Fine," He gritted his teeth and decided to say nothing else. "Thanks."
Yvonne got out of the car, waved at him, and walked towards the store. James sat in the car and watched her walk in, but he did not leave. Instead, he opened the door and followed in. He wanted to see what kind of person her date was to be worthy of
her dressing up so carefully.
...
When Yvonne entered the coffee shop, she saw a gentleman sitting in the agreed seat from a distance. His hair was brushed back meticulously, and he was wearing a crisp white shirt with neatly tied buttons. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed frame and looked very gentle. She couldn’t help but think of what her father had said when talking about her date’s situation. He was a quality doctor who had returned from abroad, disciplined, righteous, and smart. He didn’t smoke, drink or have any bad habits. When she heard this, she didn’t believe it. How could there be anyone with so many good qualities now?
If she hadn’t known that he was only thirty years old, she would have thought her blind date would be an old man in his 50s or 60s. She sneered and walked over with a frown, "Is it Mr. Bailey?" The man slowly raised his head. When he saw Yvonne standing in front of him, he was stunned. After a long while, he came to his sense and stood up slowly, "Yes, I am Hammer Bailey. Are you Miss Yvonne White?"
Seeing that he didn’t dare to look at her, she thought to herself: he seems a well-behaved young man. She nodded, "Let’s sit down." She sat down too. At this time, a waiter came to take their order. Yvonne ordered a latte.
After the waiter left, she took out a pack of women’s cigarettes from her bag and looked at him, "Do you mind if I have a cigarette?" He froze and then whispered, "Miss White, this... is a non- smoking restaurant." Of course, Yvonne knew it was a smoke-free restaurant. She seemed to put it away clearly, "Sorry, I’m a smoker."
She put the cigarette back, took out a box of xylitol, poured one into the palm of her hand, and chewed it in her mouth. "Do you want one?"
He hadn’t expected her to do so and shook his head in a daze. Yvonne didn’t force it, and while chewing, she said, "Mr. Bailey, I heard you’re a postdoctoral fellow. What field are you in?" She sounded a little casual and frivolous. He frowned, and then replied, "Biology." Yvonne nodded.
"Miss White, are you a doctor?" he asked.
Yvonne paused and nodded, "I was a doctor before, but not anymore." "Then Miss White, you’re now..."
"Unemployed."
She chewed on xylitol hard. Her lips were red and her smile was very charming. He was surprised by her charming eyes, and hurriedly picked up the coffee cup, took a sip of coffee, but choked on it. It was embarrassing. Yvonne saw his reaction and said to herself: it seems that this trick works. "Well... Miss White, don’t you think about doing anything?" He came to his sense and asked.
Yvonne stroked the hair on her forehead, "I don’t have any idea at the moment. I don’t have any big ambitions. As long as I look beautiful every day and wear beautiful clothes and designer bags, I will be happy."
With that, she looked at him with a meaningful smile, as if she was looking at a wallet or bank card. He was shocked, and quickly looked away and took a sip of coffee. Yvonne chuckled when she saw this, and continued, "By the way, I am quite familiar with the brands of clothes. If you want to buy them, I can give you some
tips."
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