It'll Come Naturally
Chapter 1490 Playing Hard To Get (Part Two)

"Well, she has to. There are all kinds of people you won't replace yourself liking in this world. But sometimes, you'll still have to socialize with them. It is what it is. I know it's not ideal at all," he said, noticing the look on her face. "But to be frank, we can't really do much about it. It's simply out of our control." The corners of Tom's lips lifted up in a bitter and helpless smile. In his opinion, Patricia was still too young and had a long way to go before she could understand the way things worked in the real world. It was understandable though, as she had been sheltered by her family her entire life. It was why she lost her appetite when she had lunch with some less desirable people. Much to Tom's surprise, Patricia could be really naive sometimes.

"I know. I really understand what you mean. I just can't help but feel that living that way could be tiring. Maybe I just need some time to adjust to it." Patricia concluded, silently letting out a sigh. Whenever she thought about the likelihood of having to socialize with those people in the future, whether she liked it or not, she felt sad. Honestly, it wasn't the kind of life she pictured for herself.

"What? Are you afraid? It's not like there's anything you can do about it right now." Tom didn't mean it, even after saying those words. He was only trying to scare her a little. In fact, if she really didn't want to spend time with any of those pretentious people, she wouldn't have to do that and he would never force his wife either. After all, he wasn't the kind of man who needed his wife to suffer in these types of situation. More so since he, too, did not like to be around fake people and often avoided it when he could.

"Will I become fake and obnoxious like them one day? Will I completely lose myself when I've adjusted to them?" Patricia stared at him with worried eyes, a deep frown on her face. Suddenly, she had a feeling that the marriage wasn't as good as she had imagined. It seemed like there were a lot of responsibilities, and a lot of challenges she had to commit to in order for it to work.

"You just want me to say that no matter how much you change, I'll still always love you," he said, a small smile on his lips. "Don't you?" Tom turned around to look at Patricia. She had followed him into the kitchen, where he was washing his hands. There was a flicker of slyness in his eyes. He could tell it was what Patricia wanted to hear from him.

"Yeah, you're right. But you won't say it, will you?" Patricia asked in a small, disappointed voice.

"Do you think life's a fairy tale?" Tom almost berated her. "Don't be silly, Patricia. If a man ever promises you that, then he must be lying to make you happy for the meantime. That's all there is to it. And I don't ever want to lie to you." He turned off the faucet, and dried his hands with a towel. There was a smirk on his face.

"Don't you think that white lies are necessary sometimes?" Patricia was leaning on the door, staring at Tom expectantly. She waited for an answer.

"It depends. All right, come on!" said Tom, trying to change the subject. "Didn't you say you were hungry? Come on, let's go eat." Tom didn't want to argue with her. So he grabbed Patricia's hand and led her into the dining room, where dinner was served. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the food, and Tom thought he had succeeded in dropping the subject at hand.

Although Patricia warned him as soon as he got home, Tom was still shocked to see all the shopping bags in their bedroom after dinner. Why the hell did Patricia need to buy so many things? It was like she bought the entire store!

"What is it? Are you shocked?" Patricia knew that he would react this way. If she was being honest, she felt the same way as well when she brought them all upstairs. She didn't realize that she bought so many things today.

"Uhm. That's quite... impressive." Tom's lips twitched in amusement. It seemed that his mother really liked Patricia to a point where she wanted to train her to be like her. One thing his mother didn't realize, however, was that Patricia didn't do well with people like she did. So no matter how much she taught her, she'd never become as superb as his mother in this respect.

Patricia grinned shyly, before sorting all the bags out. Adapting would take her some time, that was for certain. After struggling a bit more inwardly, she decided to accept her fate. She couldn't get away from it anyway, so she might as well embrace and prepare for it. Patricia made up her mind: she would learn to socialize with people, even those whom she didn't like.

It was a chilly morning in S City. Michelle, who had short hair and dressed in gender-neutral clothes, walked towards the bus stop. Everyone who noticed her would presume she was a lively and vivacious young lady when in reality, she was really just running late for school.

"Get in the car," said a demanding voice. A sleek black car stopped by her side. The window rolled down, showing Luke's emotionless handsome face.

Michelle looked at him with uncertainty. "Don't you have to go to the company with Edward?" She asked in a perplexed tone. She thought Luke already left with Edward. Instead of leaving, however, he came to replace her.

"Someone else is following him. Hurry up! Aren't you about to be late?" Luke asked, his eyebrows knitted into a serious frown. It was clear that he was an impatient man, and wanted to be back on the road immediately.0000000