Chapter 385: Chapter 385: Are You Really That Narcissistic?
"Ms. Bell, do you need me to take you to the hospital for a checkup?" Jasper Monroe asked apologetically.
"No need." Daisy Bell shook her arm. Other than it still being a bit sore, she could move it freely. "Mr. Monroe, you’ve got some impressive skills, have you trained?"
Jasper Monroe adjusted his glasses, "Just some routine training."
The so-called routine training started when he was four years old, involving four hours a day of high-intensity rigorous training with a martial arts master, focusing on basic skills and finally learning lethal moves intended to defeat an opponent in one strike.
Growing up, Jasper Monroe had survived no fewer than ten assassination attempts. Whenever the assailant got close, he had to escape and eliminate obstacles in the shortest time possible.
Tonight, Daisy Bell truly got lucky.
But looking at Daisy Bell’s seemingly shrewd and glamorous face, which actually carried a hint of silliness, Jasper Monroe decided not to let her know that if her voice had been delayed by even a second, she’d almost been finished.
Jasper Monroe shifted the topic, "Weren’t you saying you’d treat me to the best delicacies in Aris? Where is it?"
He scanned the surroundings of the dingy and dim small box. There wasn’t a store or even a soul in sight.
Daisy Bell beckoned to him mysteriously, "Just follow me."
She put on sunglasses, leading the way, almost bumping her head into a wall, but was swiftly pulled back by Jasper Monroe.
He sighed slightly, "Ms. Bell, aside from me, there should be no other beings here who can recognize you. You might as well take off the sunglasses."
Daisy Bell corrected him, "You don’t understand, Mr. Monroe, paparazzi are elusive. But I’m sensitive to cameras, so if I detect anything suspicious later, we split and run!"
Jasper Monroe: "..."
He regretted agreeing to join her for a late-night snack.
Jasper Monroe extended his long arm, pulled Daisy Bell back, and simply took off her sunglasses.
"I suspect no paparazzi would dare photograph me, or anyone with me."
Daisy Bell blinked, staring at Jasper Monroe’s cold, high-profile face, slowly realizing that she was with Jasper Monroe, not some top-tier celebrity.
Celebrities are for entertainment; no matter how big they are, they dare not offend the media.
But Jasper Monroe is different; he’s a pure capitalist.
Daisy Bell adjusted her hair and gracefully removed her sunglasses, "Let’s go, Mr. Monroe."
She led Jasper Monroe into an unassuming residential building, up to the end of the third-floor corridor, before pulling out an invitation to open the door.
"This place needs a one-month advance reservation, and it only serves one table of guests per day."
Jasper Monroe raised an eyebrow, finding it curious, "So, you planned a month in advance to invite me?"
Daisy Bell silently rolled her eyes.
Geez, you’re quite self-absorbed, aren’t you?
Of course, she booked it intending to dine with her Baby Tanya!
However, Tanya Sinclair sent Daisy Bell a message in advance, saying she’d be on a business trip for some secret work and wouldn’t be back for quite a while.
If the reservation expired, it would be wasted, and that’s when Daisy Bell thought of Jasper Monroe...
But she definitely couldn’t say that aloud.
Daisy Bell held onto her actor’s self-discipline, turned back to Jasper Monroe with a sincere smile, "Of course, Mr. Monroe! It took me a month to muster the courage to invite you."
"Really?" Jasper Monroe smirked slightly, calmly debunking, "But why do I recall that after your debt was cleared, you deleted me outright?"
Daisy Bell feigned a smile, "...I didn’t realize you were my debtor, the moment I knew, I added you back right away!"
"I see." Jasper Monroe’s eyes glimmered with amusement.
Daisy Bell, feeling guilty, swiped the door open, immediately eagerly holding the door for Jasper Monroe to go in first.
Daisy Bell: "Please, Mr. Monroe."
Jasper Monroe glanced at her; behind the spectacles, his usually astute and sharp eyes carried a hint of amusement as he stepped inside.
Inside, it was a world of its own, elegantly decorated.
The owner came out to greet them, roughly a man in his fifties, chubby and kindly, smiling like an old acquaintance upon seeing Daisy Bell, "Ms. Bell, long time no see."
"It’s been a while, Boss Warner."
Boss Warner’s gaze landed on Jasper Monroe, chuckling suggestively, "First time seeing you bring a boyfriend to dinner."
Daisy Bell promptly clarified, "He’s not my boyfriend, Boss. I could never be so lucky to find someone that good! This is my boss, Mr. Monroe. Handsome, wealthy, and talented!"
Her flattery came unbidden, amusing Jasper Monroe.
He nodded slightly towards Boss Warner, as if greeting him.
Boss Warner exaggeratedly smacked his lips, "Oh, so he’s the big boss. Definitely looks like someone who makes big bucks from big business. Apologies, Mr. Monroe, my mouth! Please don’t mind. Come in, have a seat, I’ll prepare the dishes."
Daisy Bell led Jasper Monroe inside to sit down.
Indeed, there was only one table, by the window, though it was obstructed by a bamboo blind.
Jasper Monroe, recalling the "view" on the way there, thought it necessary to keep it covered to enjoy the meal.
However, Daisy Bell strode over and raised the blind without hesitation, turning excitedly to beckon Jasper Monroe.
"Mr. Monroe, come see!"
Jasper Monroe paused slightly, the moonlight flooding through the window, casting onto Daisy Bell’s face. Though the moonlight felt cool, paired with her gift-revealing smile, it instantly brightened.
Jasper Monroe returned his gaze and walked over, somewhat surprised by the view outside the window.
The window overlook was actually along the river, with an open view. Moonlight’s silver glow shimmered on the surface, water sparkling, distant mountains resembling ink paintings laid out in the night.
"Beautiful, right? This place boasts the best view for miles."
"Indeed." Jasper Monroe critiqued.
Jasper Monroe’s face was void of amazement, calmer than the quiet mountains outside the window.
Daisy Bell gazed at the scenery outside, smiling nostalgically, "When I was little, my favorite thing was to lie here, watching the moon..."
Jasper Monroe caught the key phrase, "When you were little?"
