Chapter: 69
“No,” he replied bluntly and stared at her.
Something flashed across his eyes as he watched the woman treating his wound with care and patience.
Ariana paused and looked up. “Really? I don’t believe that.”
Theodore looked away for a moment. “You got me. It does hurt.” For some reason, he felt compelled to tell her the truth.
There was a triumphant gleam in Ariana’s eyes. “I knew it! Just sheer bravado.”
With his other hand, he picked up his cup and took a sip. He was trying his best to conceal his embarrassment.
This cold attitude of his was not new to Ariana. She continued redressing his wound. “If it hurts, just tell me. You’ll feel better
about it. And I promise I won’t mock you. The wound will take around ten days to heal. In the meantime, don’t eat any soy sauce.
That should prevent scarring...
The breakfast time passed as Ariana chattered on. For the first time, Theodore patiently listened to everything she had to say.
Once his wound was dressed, he went out.
Ariana watered the flowers in the garden. Just before noon, she finally replied to Lynch’s message. She told him to meet her at
eight o’clock that evening, giving him a hotel name and a room number.
She guessed that Lynch must have looked up the name she told him the night before and discovered Brielle was a new talent of
SJ Entertainment.
The company was backing Brielle completely although she was a new talent. It was easy to tell that she had connections with
people in high places.
At this point, Lynch must have figured that Brielle was either rich or powerful. Possibly both.
So Ariana had to strike while the iron was hot. She had to get what she wanted before Lynch got suspicious.
Just a few minutes after she sent the message, her phone rang. It was Lynch.
Ariana fixed her posture, cleared her throat, and answered the call.
After a few seconds of silence, a deep voice came through the phone. “Miss Edwards, I can’t believe your arrogance. You waited
twelve hours to reply to me.”
Ariana grinned to herself at the sound of Lynch’s voice. Mimicking Brielle’s tone, she said, “Did you like my reply?”
“Well I have to say, if it were any other woman, 1 would have told her to get lost. But I just didn’t have the heart to do that to you.
I guess there’s something special about you. I’ve really fallen for you.” The sexual subtext of his words was obvious.
Managing to suppress her disgust, Ariana said, “You talk the talk. I hope you can live up to it tonight.”
“Prepare yourself for the best night of your life,” he said, before adding, “But I pick the place.”
Ariana frowned at this. “Don’t you trust me?”