Contract Marriage With Mysterious President -
Chapter 330 Richard's Crisis
Kingsley sat down next to Amy with a bad-boy smile on his face. Realizing Lucy was staring at him, he smiled back to her, which made his already-good-looking face an absolute killer. "This beautiful lady must be Lucy, right? I have heard so much about you. You've done such a big favor to Amy this time!" Kingsley was indeed a know-all.
"How could you know this?" Amy looked at him in astonishment.
"Well, it's a small world. Words go around, you know. I remember I told you when we broke up that things aren't as bad as you think." Kingsley said to Amy and then looked at Lucy.
"Haha. My name is Lucy. It wasn't much of a favor. I was more like doing myself one." Lucy seemed a bit shy with blush on her cheeks.
"Let me treat you to a nice dinner after this. Please give me the face and don't reject me."
Kingsley said to the two pretties. Lucy for sure would say yes, while Amy hesitated a little before accepting. Kingsley gave her a helping hand by reminding her back then when she was being irrational. She was the kind of person who would never forget other's kindness.
Kingsley already booked the restaurant, so he took them there after the three finished their coffee and desserts.
You couldn't expect too much when eating Chinese food in the States. Most of the time, the restaurants just didn't have the right ingredients and the right chefs. But the one the three went to was not a bad one and was even full of people. Luckily, Kingsley already made a reservation.
They went into their private room, and Kingsley started to flatter the two by servicing them himself. Lucy couldn't take her eyes off him. Obviously she was already falling for him.
"This is chicken cubes with cayenne pepper, and this is sweet and sour spare ribs. This twice-cooked pork dish is also a well-known one in China. Have a try! This is the only restaurant around here that could do a real pungent and spicy taste. You can't replace this anywhere else." He said as he put food into the girls' plates. What a gentleman.
Amy took a bite. It was indeed not the real taste, and it was already the best one around here! But clearly this was already too spicy for Lucy that she couldn't stop breathing hard.
"You think this is not hot enough? I'm dying here! It's too spicy! Too hot!" Lucy almost cried from the spiciness.
When she put the spare rib in her mouth, she felt in love with the combination of sourness and sweetness right away.
"I like this one. It's so tasty!" She took in a few more pieces and put some on Amy and Kingsley's plates. This was the best dish for her on the table.
It was a pleasant dinner for the three of them. Kingsley's eyes lingered on Amy the whole time. As for what he had been thinking in his head, nobody knew.
After dinner, Kingsley left for work, leaving the two girls alone. Lucy also drove Amy back to her place.
"Where have you been? You've bought so much stuff... right, right, you should do some shopping, indeed. You girls should look prettiest!" Dalton was so glad to see Amy and Lucy back.
He took over the shopping bags in their hands and continued, "Amy, do you still have enough money? This is some money for you. Get something nice for yourself. We'll take our private jet back, don't worry!" He handed Amy one of his cards.
Amy laughed. He had his own money?
"Dad, you have your own money? Hahaha, interesting!" Amy laughed so hard that her eyes turned into crescents.
"Of course I do! Men should always have their own wallet. Your mother never bothered to ask, but I like to buy her stuff with money that she doesn't know." Dalton said proudly.
Alright. Maybe this was the kind of romance between parents. Dad was the boss of the Newell Group. He was in no way short of money.
"Dad, I won't take it. You buy stuff for Mom with this money. If I take it, then how about Mom?" Amy gave the card back to Dalton.
"No problem. I'll save some more. It's also my pleasure to give you money. Just take it. After I go back this time, your mom will for sure scold me really hard. So tomorrow you're going shopping with me. I'm going to get something for your mom, and you too. This way your mom won't be mad at me that much." Dalton couldn't let his wife know what happened at that time because things were too urgent. Also, he wasn't 100% sure back then.
It was his duty to make his wife happy, since he left her worried. So he asked Amy to help him with the gift, hopefully then his wife would forgive him for the sake of her own daughter.
"Sure. I'll buy something for Mom too. I made her worried when I left home." Amy lowered her head. How worried she must have been! Both she and Dalton didn't let her know where Amy went.
"You guys are back? Take some rest, we're going out for dinner tonight." Richard came out from the room. His beard grew longer since he had been too busy to shave the last days. "Richard, I bought you a razor." Amy got him a razor today at the mall.
"Oh really? Thanks! I indeed have to shave now." Richard said in a delightful tone. He touched his beard - indeed quite long now.
Seeing Amy replaceing the razor precisely from a bunch of things and handing it over to him, Richard smiled.
"I wanna have a rest now. Kingsley invited us for dinner. We met him in a café this afternoon." The girls decided to go back to their room now, since shopping was basically a workout for them. "Alright then. You girls take a rest. We'll eat later." Dalton said to both of them.
The girls went inside, and Dalton and Richard sat down on the sofa.
"This time besides Lucy's help, someone else helped us too. I think that person is Kingsley." Dalton said to Richard.
"Yea, I figured that too. Although he never showed, but my instinct tells me it must be him." Richard nodded.
Kingsley had no history with the Newell Group, but did them such a big favor this time. Richard could sense a bit of a crisis from Kingsley now, who must have fallen for Amy. Looked like he needed to fasten his pace now.
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