Chapter 722
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Chapter 722: A lawyer or a Casanova
Amelia still could not believe that she had agreed to go out with this guy. If not for Angela, she would never have gotten near this womanizer.
She still could not understand how this man had any connection with such a sweet lady. Although she could see the resemblance in the physical appearance, still, his attitude was anything at all appealing.
She remembered how his eyes followed the hostess. It was disgusting. It was as if he was undressing the woman in front of him as he watched her ass sway as she walked in front of him.
“I came here to visit my father. But I have no plan to stay for long.” She finally answered him.
She felt she could not avoid talking to him, so she might as well entertain him with a few words. Besides, the reason she agreed to this was to distract herself.
So far, she was slightly entertained by this man, if she was honest. She had never been in a company of a player before. She had avoided associating herself with men like him, like a plague.
If she dated again, she would choose someone like Lance. Suddenly, thoughts of his prince charming made her remember what she was hoping to forget. She quickly shook her head and drank her wine, hoping to forget about him.
.....
“I guess we are not so different after all.” Evan leaned back on his chair, but his eyes never left her face as if he wanted to memorize it in his mind.
Somehow, she was unsure if she was disgusted with him or amused by his action. But she would know at the end of this, not what she would call date.
“Maybe, maybe not.” She would not conclude that they were the same. Based on what she gathered from Angela, he wanted to be with her while she desired to be as far away from her father.
“What does that mean?” His eyes narrowed in her direction as if he was trying to decipher a puzzle.
“Nothing.” But she had no plan to divulge her life story to a stranger. Although, she did do that with Angela. The elder sweet lady was the exception to the rule. Besides, she was not a total stranger to her since they had met on some occasions before.
“What about what you do?” Evan seemed determined to keep this night going as he kept asking her questions as they enjoyed the delicious meal.
She would admit that she was starving. She would probably appreciate anything served to her on a plate. But she also had to be honest. The man beside her knew how to work his charm.
Maybe if she had no prior knowledge of who he was, she might fall for a guy like him. Fortunately for her, he had already shown his true colors early on. She did not have to fall for his trap.
“I represent many charitable institutions, acting as their ambassadress. I also organized functions for foundations, among other things.” It was the only thing she was proud of, and she would not shy away from telling him that.
“Wow, you sounded like a saint.” Evan fanned himself with his hands as if mocking her accomplishment. “But I admire what you do. I guess that is where you have met my grandmother.”
He stopped his action and suddenly turned serious. “It is one of the reasons I could not convince Angela to come with me. She loves her foundations too much.” He looked down on his wine, looking a bit down.
She looked at him, skeptical if she should believe his act. But she did remember what the nurse said about how much he loved his grandmother. She doubted that he could pull that kind of act.
She guessed for that single instance. This man got her sympathy vote. Otherwise, she still did not believe any of his other acts. She still needed to be cautious around him.
“I saw how passionate your grandmother was about her foundations. I worked on some of her projects before.” She admitted, recalling some of those a few years back.
Then, something snapped in her mind. Evan Blake. She knew she remembered that name from somewhere. Now, she knew why. He had been sponsoring many of Angela’s foundations. He was a philanthropist that did not want any recognition.
A man like him was rare nowadays. Most people who donated to their foundations want their names placed on a plaque and announced to the whole world.
“What do you do again?” Suddenly, she was curious why a young man like him could afford such a lifestyle.
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Her eyes focused on the man that had piqued her curiosity as he suddenly sprang back to life, probably realizing that he had shown too much of what he intended to show her.
“Me. I am just a humble public servant.” He told her as if that should answer her question.
She placed her knife down and looked at him, knitting her brow together in question. “What do you mean by that? That is not answering my question.” She complained, slightly pouting her lips. It was a bad habit she could not get rid of, no matter how hard she tried.
Now, he must think that she was trying to be adorable, judging from the smirk on his face. But that was not her intention. she was only curious about his professional job.
“Fine. If you want an honest answer, you should not be talking to me because I am a liar.” He still kidded around, despite her demand for a decent answer from him.
“At least, in that case, you are telling the truth for once,” Amelia answered him, finally turning away from him to finish her food.
She was through trying to make a decent conversation with this buffoon. She almost thought that he could at least be reasonable and tolerable, but she guessed wrong.
“Wait, I was only fooling around, but if you must know the truth. I am a lawyer.” He finally answered her truthfully, even putting his hand on his chest to swear that it was the truth this time.
Suddenly, she burst out laughing at him. She could not contain the joke that was on him.
She was uncertain if that made things better for him or worse. She hated lawyers because many of them used their power to tilt the balance of justice to their favor.
Presently, she could only wonder if she liked him better as a lawyer or a Casanova.
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Chapter 722: A lawyer or a Casanova
Amelia still could not believe that she had agreed to go out with this guy. If not for Angela, she would never have gotten near this womanizer.
She still could not understand how this man had any connection with such a sweet lady. Although she could see the resemblance in the physical appearance, still, his attitude was anything at all appealing.
She remembered how his eyes followed the hostess. It was disgusting. It was as if he was undressing the woman in front of him as he watched her ass sway as she walked in front of him.
“I came here to visit my father. But I have no plan to stay for long.” She finally answered him.
She felt she could not avoid talking to him, so she might as well entertain him with a few words. Besides, the reason she agreed to this was to distract herself.
So far, she was slightly entertained by this man, if she was honest. She had never been in a company of a player before. She had avoided associating herself with men like him, like a plague.
If she dated again, she would choose someone like Lance. Suddenly, thoughts of his prince charming made her remember what she was hoping to forget. She quickly shook her head and drank her wine, hoping to forget about him.
.....
“I guess we are not so different after all.” Evan leaned back on his chair, but his eyes never left her face as if he wanted to memorize it in his mind.
Somehow, she was unsure if she was disgusted with him or amused by his action. But she would know at the end of this, not what she would call date.
“Maybe, maybe not.” She would not conclude that they were the same. Based on what she gathered from Angela, he wanted to be with her while she desired to be as far away from her father.
“What does that mean?” His eyes narrowed in her direction as if he was trying to decipher a puzzle.
“Nothing.” But she had no plan to divulge her life story to a stranger. Although, she did do that with Angela. The elder sweet lady was the exception to the rule. Besides, she was not a total stranger to her since they had met on some occasions before.
“What about what you do?” Evan seemed determined to keep this night going as he kept asking her questions as they enjoyed the delicious meal.
She would admit that she was starving. She would probably appreciate anything served to her on a plate. But she also had to be honest. The man beside her knew how to work his charm.
Maybe if she had no prior knowledge of who he was, she might fall for a guy like him. Fortunately for her, he had already shown his true colors early on. She did not have to fall for his trap.
“I represent many charitable institutions, acting as their ambassadress. I also organized functions for foundations, among other things.” It was the only thing she was proud of, and she would not shy away from telling him that.
“Wow, you sounded like a saint.” Evan fanned himself with his hands as if mocking her accomplishment. “But I admire what you do. I guess that is where you have met my grandmother.”
He stopped his action and suddenly turned serious. “It is one of the reasons I could not convince Angela to come with me. She loves her foundations too much.” He looked down on his wine, looking a bit down.
She looked at him, skeptical if she should believe his act. But she did remember what the nurse said about how much he loved his grandmother. She doubted that he could pull that kind of act.
She guessed for that single instance. This man got her sympathy vote. Otherwise, she still did not believe any of his other acts. She still needed to be cautious around him.
“I saw how passionate your grandmother was about her foundations. I worked on some of her projects before.” She admitted, recalling some of those a few years back.
Then, something snapped in her mind. Evan Blake. She knew she remembered that name from somewhere. Now, she knew why. He had been sponsoring many of Angela’s foundations. He was a philanthropist that did not want any recognition.
A man like him was rare nowadays. Most people who donated to their foundations want their names placed on a plaque and announced to the whole world.
“What do you do again?” Suddenly, she was curious why a young man like him could afford such a lifestyle.
???????????????? ???????????????????????????? ???????????????????????? ???????????????????? ???????? ????????????????????-????????????.????????????
Her eyes focused on the man that had piqued her curiosity as he suddenly sprang back to life, probably realizing that he had shown too much of what he intended to show her.
“Me. I am just a humble public servant.” He told her as if that should answer her question.
She placed her knife down and looked at him, knitting her brow together in question. “What do you mean by that? That is not answering my question.” She complained, slightly pouting her lips. It was a bad habit she could not get rid of, no matter how hard she tried.
Now, he must think that she was trying to be adorable, judging from the smirk on his face. But that was not her intention. she was only curious about his professional job.
“Fine. If you want an honest answer, you should not be talking to me because I am a liar.” He still kidded around, despite her demand for a decent answer from him.
“At least, in that case, you are telling the truth for once,” Amelia answered him, finally turning away from him to finish her food.
She was through trying to make a decent conversation with this buffoon. She almost thought that he could at least be reasonable and tolerable, but she guessed wrong.
“Wait, I was only fooling around, but if you must know the truth. I am a lawyer.” He finally answered her truthfully, even putting his hand on his chest to swear that it was the truth this time.
Suddenly, she burst out laughing at him. She could not contain the joke that was on him.
She was uncertain if that made things better for him or worse. She hated lawyers because many of them used their power to tilt the balance of justice to their favor.
Presently, she could only wonder if she liked him better as a lawyer or a Casanova.
Chapter 722: A lawyer or a CasanovaAmelia still could not believe that she had agreed to go out with this guy. If not for Angela, she would never have gotten near this womanizer.She still could not understand how this man had any connection with such a sweet lady. Although she could see the resemblance in the physical appearance, still, his attitude was anything at all appealing.She remembered how his eyes followed the hostess. It was disgusting. It was as if he was undressing the woman in front of him as he watched her ass sway as she walked in front of him.I came here to visit my father. But I have no plan to stay for long. She finally answered him.She felt she could not avoid talking to him, so she might as well entertain him with a few words. Besides, the reason she agreed to this was to distract herself.So far, she was slightly entertained by this man, if she was honest. She had never been in a company of a player before. She had avoided associating herself with men like him, like a plague.If she dated again, she would choose someone like Lance. Suddenly, thoughts of his prince charming made her remember what she was hoping to forget. She quickly shook her head and drank her wine, hoping to forget about him......I guess we are not so different after all. Evan leaned back on his chair, but his eyes never left her face as if he wanted to memorize it in his mind.Somehow, she was unsure if she was disgusted with him or amused by his action. But she would know at the end of this, not what she would call date.Maybe, maybe not. She would not conclude that they were the same. Based on what she gathered from Angela, he wanted to be with her while she desired to be as far away from her father.What does that mean? His eyes narrowed in her direction as if he was trying to decipher a puzzle.Nothing. But she had no plan to divulge her life story to a stranger. Although, she did do that with Angela. The elder sweet lady was the exception to the rule. Besides, she was not a total stranger to her since they had met on some occasions before.What about what you do? Evan seemed determined to keep this night going as he kept asking her questions as they enjoyed the delicious meal.She would admit that she was starving. She would probably appreciate anything served to her on a plate. But she also had to be honest. The man beside her knew how to work his charm.Maybe if she had no prior knowledge of who he was, she might fall for a guy like him. Fortunately for her, he had already shown his true colors early on. She did not have to fall for his trap.I represent many charitable institutions, acting as their ambassadress. I also organized functions for foundations, among other things. It was the only thing she was proud of, and she would not shy away from telling him that.Wow, you sounded like a saint. Evan fanned himself with his hands as if mocking her accomplishment. But I admire what you do. I guess that is where you have met my grandmother.He stopped his action and suddenly turned serious. It is one of the reasons I could not convince Angela to come with me. She loves her foundations too much. He looked down on his wine, looking a bit down.She looked at him, skeptical if she should believe his act. But she did remember what the nurse said about how much he loved his grandmother. She doubted that he could pull that kind of act.She guessed for that single instance. This man got her sympathy vote. Otherwise, she still did not believe any of his other acts. She still needed to be cautious around him.I saw how passionate your grandmother was about her foundations. I worked on some of her projects before. She admitted, recalling some of those a few years back.Then, something snapped in her mind. Evan Blake. She knew she remembered that name from somewhere. Now, she knew why. He had been sponsoring many of Angela's foundations. He was a philanthropist that did not want any recognition.A man like him was rare nowadays. Most people who donated to their foundations want their names placed on a plaque and announced to the whole world.What do you do again? Suddenly, she was curious why a young man like him could afford such a lifestyle. ???????????????? ???????????????????????????? ???????????????????????? ???????????????????? ???????? ????????????????????-????????????.????????????Her eyes focused on the man that had piqued her curiosity as he suddenly sprang back to life, probably realizing that he had shown too much of what he intended to show her.Me. I am just a humble public servant. He told her as if that should answer her question.She placed her knife down and looked at him, knitting her brow together in question. What do you mean by that? That is not answering my question. She complained, slightly pouting her lips. It was a bad habit she could not get rid of, no matter how hard she tried.Now, he must think that she was trying to be adorable, judging from the smirk on his face. But that was not her intention. she was only curious about his professional job.Fine. If you want an honest answer, you should not be talking to me because I am a liar. He still kidded around, despite her demand for a decent answer from him.At least, in that case, you are telling the truth for once, Amelia answered him, finally turning away from him to finish her food.She was through trying to make a decent conversation with this buffoon. She almost thought that he could at least be reasonable and tolerable, but she guessed wrong.Wait, I was only fooling around, but if you must know the truth. I am a lawyer. He finally answered her truthfully, even putting his hand on his chest to swear that it was the truth this time.Suddenly, she burst out laughing at him. She could not contain the joke that was on him.She was uncertain if that made things better for him or worse. She hated lawyers because many of them used their power to tilt the balance of justice to their favor.Presently, she could only wonder if she liked him better as a lawyer or a Casanova.
