Chapter 82 Good Girl Don’t Get the Guy
Shawn used money to shatter the barriers within my heart. So, yes–I call him stingy
Finished
uld call him a jerk, but I’d never
“Play this card!” I had a card in my hand, ready to toss out. Shawn suddenly reached over, picked one for me, and threw it out. “You’ve got good luck tonight,” he said.
“Tiffany’s luck is wonderful. Don’t expect us to go easy on her just because she’s with you, Shawn!”
“Look at her face–the type that brings good fortune for her husband. Shawn, you hit the jackpot marrying her!”
I paused, startled by the comment. A memory bubbled up–years ago, I’d gone hiking with my parents in Forfair Hill and ran into a fortune teller. He examined my features and predicted that I would marry a wealthy man.
Back then, I never thought much of it, but now… I glanced over at Shawn.
He happened to be looking at me too, eyes low, the corner of his lips lifting into a faint smile. Our gazes met and held.
You
பூப ahead. I’m tired.” I felt restless. I couldn’t help but imagine him playing poker like this with Queena in the past, giving her tips from the side. The thought soured my mood..
Just two more rounds, Shawn said humbly. “You’re on roll.”
“No, I need some air. I stood up and headed straight for the door.
Shawn sat down in my spot and didn’t follow me out.
The restaurant wasn’t large, but it was known for its private kitchen–a three–story place with no elevator, only narrow staircases.
Outside, there was a lovely garden, designed like an old courtyard, complete with a burbling stream and tiny decorative rowboats. I found a bench and sat.
Suddenly, the garden gate creaked open, and a group of people entered, chattering excitedly.
At the front was a tall, lean man with gold–rimmed glasses, wearing jeans and a soft gray tee. It was Ethan.
He was listening to them attentively and didn’t seem to expect to see me here. But the moment he spotted me leaning by the stream, his eyes lit up behind the lenses.
I was a little surprised to see him here. Fate has a strange sense of humor.
This city was huge, yet somehow, we kept crossing patlis.
“Ms. Mayfield, are you here alone?” Ethan asked as he walked up. He always called me differently. Sometimes, when he was mad, he’d say ‘Mrs. Hartwell. Other times, when he was in a good mood, it was ‘Ms. Mayfield.‘ And occasionally, when he wanted sympathy, he’d just say my name softly. He was an
oddball.
“Nope. I’m here with my husband. They’re upstairs playing poker. I gave him a small smile.
1/3
Chapter 82 Good Girl Don’t Get the Guy
Finished
His mood shifted slightly, but then he nodded. “Got it. Im here with some friends too. We’re headling up.”
“Okay.” I lowered my eyes and scrolled my phone.
Ethan and his group went upstairs.
My eyes were fixed on the phone screen, but I barely scrolled it. My mind was spinning with the image of Ethan standing there i
moments ago.
I kept thinking about that day at Melanie and Richard’s housewarming, how close we’d gotten–almost too close. I lost my calm.
But I shook it off quickly. I didn’t need a man. What I needed was capability, a career, and ambition.
These days, I don’t look at a successful man and dream about marrying him. No, I want to compete. I want to outdo him. I want to build my own empire and wear my crown.
“Why are you out here by yourself? Feeding the mosquitoes?” Shawn had come downstairs, probably because the food was ready.
Now that he mentioned it, my legs did feel itchy. I probably got bitten a few times.
Igot up and followed him toward the stairs. But as we reached the railing, Shawn turned to me. “Mr. Hayes came by earlier to say hello.”
I was shocked. Ethan had gone to find Shawn?
Shawn went on, “Our company is installing a new system. His firm’s behind it. We’ll probably be working together more often.”
I wasn’t sure what Shawn meant by that. Was he hinting at something? Still suspicious of me and Ethan?
“Oh. That doesn’t have much to do with me, does it?” Implied with a calm smile.
Shawn gave
ive me a look. “Just letting you know–sometimes, in a man’s world, career matters more than anything else.”
I raised an eyebrow and grinned defiantly. “Really? You’ve never tried choosing between the two–how would you know what’s more important?”
Shawn’s expression turned rigid.
“Don’t try it,” he said, turning toward the stairs. “You might not be able to handle it. He took a few steps, then stopped and looked back at me. “Are you sure you want to try?”
I shrugged. “Kidding. Don’t take everything so seriously
There was an almost comical look on his face, like I’d just pulled a fast one on him. He seemed half- embarrassed, half–annoyed Tiffany, you’ve changed. You’re naughty.”
I just laughed. “Well, they say good girls don’t get the guy.”
And just as the words left my mouth, the door to one of the private rooms on the second floor swung open -Ethan walked out.
2/3
Back to 2014: Falling for Myself Again
