Chapter 263 Let's Go on a Date
<Chapter>Chapter 263 Let's Go on a Date </Chapter>
Luann went home carrying her things.
Recently, she has been busy with the global art competition.
She treated it as leisure time since she had nothing else to do.
When Myron found out about this, his face turned dark, and he was about to confront Vito Curtis.
If Luann hadn't stopped him, he would have left in his car long ago.
"Just think about it for the company," Luann tried to persuade him.
Myron coldly said, "If I think about his company, who going to think about you?"
He lovingly caressed Luann's hair, feeling somewhat distressed.
"I just don't want you to be wronged."
Luann shook her head, leaning against him and smiling softly.
"I'm not being wronged. It's perfect that I can stay at home with you."
"Didn't you want to go on a date with me before? We can make arrangements."
"KTV, arcade, movie theater, we can go wherever you want."
Myron's expression softened.
"Fine."
"Then I'll follow your lead, darling."
The two chatted happily, completely unaware of the person peering out from the kitchen.
the Curtis family Backyard.
Vito Curtis sat by the pond, holding fish feed in his hand, absentmindedly throwing it in.
The lively fish swarmed forward, tirelessly devouring the food.
A servant approached, hesitating to speak.
"Sir, if you keep feeding them, these fish will get bloated."
Vito Curtis withdrew his hand at last coughing lightly. "What time is it now?"
"It's already eleven o'clock. Aren't you going back to rest in your room?"
The servant was puzzled. Vito Curtis seemed strange today, coming back and locking himself in the backyard, sitting there for hours without even having dinner.
Vito Curtis made a dignified "hmm" and waved his hand. "I understand, I'll go back later. You can go first."
"Yes."
Seeing the servant leave, Vito Curtis finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that Luann really has some talent. Myron didn't come after all.
He was afraid that Myron would get angry and come looking for trouble, so he didn't dare to return to the living room for a long time.
Now, his suspended heart can finally be put back in his stomach.
Vito Curtis smiled and just stood up when he was attacked from behind.
"Ouch!"
"Who's there?"
Vito Curtis angrily turned his head, but his anger subsided the next second.
"Old lady, why did you come here?"
Madame Fu glared at him, holding a broom in her hand and unceremoniously hitting him in the face.
"How dare you fire my granddaughter-in-law from the company?"
"You have some nerve!"
"If I don't punish you today, then you think you can get away with it? You don't even know who you are anymore?"
Vito Curtis frantically dodged, begging for mercy. "Spare me! It's all a misunderstanding!"
"A misunderstanding my ass! I don't care about that! I only know that you made my precious granddaughter-in-law suffer!" Madame Fu slapped a card on the table. "Nine hundred million! I'm here to make amends!"
Vito Curtis grabbed the broom, wearing a sheepish smile on his face.
"What are you saying, old lady? The entire Curtis Family is yours, the company is yours, and the money is all yours."
"Forget about making amends. It's really damaging our relationship."
Madame Fu forcefully took the broom back, pointing at him.
"Fine then, if you don't want to damage the relationship, then quickly bring back my granddaughter-in-law."
Vito Curtis had a headache.
"That’s not going to work, and don't worry, in just a month, we'll find out who's behind this," he said.
"Don't you want Luann to stop being targeted in the company?"
"With the first time comes the second and third time," Vito Curtis said, his gaze complex.
"Really?"
Vito Curtis nodded repeatedly, almost swearing.
"Really, really!"
"Shops, houses, cars, let Luann choose whatever she likes. Consider it my compensation for her!"
The old lady sneered, "No need, I will take care of these things for Luann. You don't need to talk about it when this is over."
Vito Curtis chuckled.
"I warn you," the old lady said sternly, "if there's a next time, I won't spare you!"
"There won't be! Absolutely no more next time!"
Luann slept until noon.
When she woke up, she found Myron sitting by her bed, staring at her.
Luann blushed and buried half her face in the blankets.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" she asked.
Myron, with his handsome face full of tenderness, had eyes as warm as ink.
"I'm waiting for our date," he said.
Luann huffed, "Then I'll go freshen up."
"Do you need a ride?"
"What? Huh?"
Myron scooped Luann up in his arms.
"Today, you don't have to walk. I'll carry you."
In the bathroom, after Luann finished freshening up, she saw Myron staring at her hair in a daze.
"What's wrong?"
"Let me help you with your hair."
"Sure."
Myron reached out his hand and carefully arranged Luann's hair neatly.
"What hairstyle do you want?"
Luann chuckled softly, "You make it sound like you can do a lot of hairstyles."
Myron raised an eyebrow, his voice deep, "Are you questioning my skills, sweetheart?"
"Then do whatever you want," Luann said, not holding much hope.
Myron pondered for a moment, then suddenly divided Luann's hair into two parts from the middle.
Then...
"I really find it hard not to doubt you."
Luann looked in the mirror and saw the two braids, one on each side, not symmetrical at all.
One was a low ponytail, and the other was a high ponytail.
It looked somewhat funny.
Myron cleared his throat, trying to hide the awkwardness, "It's your hair, it's stubborn, and it's difficult to handle with one on each side."
Luann smiled lightly and took off the hairband.
Her fingers effortlessly passed through her silky hair and she casually tied a gentle low ponytail.
"Put on a hat," Myron quickly fetched one and helped Luann put it on.
There was a glimmer of starlight in his eyes, as this simple and clean hairstyle perfectly matched her temperament.
It seems that he should learn how to tie her hair more often.
"Let's go."
Luann reached out her hand towards Myron.
"I want to carry you."
"But I want to hold your hand."
Myron smiled helplessly and intertwined their fingers.
The two of them checked in at a popular restaurant and happily had a meal before going to a karaoke bar.
This was the first time Myron had heard Luann's singing voice. It was melodious and pleasant, her voice was pure and ethereal without any impurities.
He couldn't help but record a segment of it.
Then he opened Weibo.
Sent.
"It's your turn." Luann watched as he kept pressing on his phone, coaxing him.
Myron put his phone down and quickly picked up the microphone.
"Okay."
He had no idea that this message of his would cause a huge discussion online.
