A Flash Marriage Can Be A Treasure

Chapter 321: Bastard!

Lily smiles and says, "Then you two are really bonded by fate. You should be together."

"I also want to, but it's hard to say." David's face is filled with diffidence. "Besides, there are a lot of

outstanding men around her. I'm not that outstanding."

"No one could deny that you are outstanding." Lily says with an exaggerated look, "You're graduated

from Stanford and now a special assistant in the Smith Group. If you want, you can stay in New York

with a salary of million dollars a year. Besides, you're a loving man."

"Lily, am I so good?" David is a little embarrassed by the praise. He asks, "Then what should I do for

the first step if I want to chase after her?"

Lily is immediately excited and gives him an idea with great interest, "Understand her preferences and

taste first. Don't be too enthusiastic in the beginning, so as not to make her feel detestation."

David takes out a small notebook and carefully writes down.

"When you're familiar with each other, ask her which country she likes. Take her abroad on vacation

and surprise her. Remember, don't just kiss her only as you think it's okay. Find a romantic place that

she would like. Ask her if you can do it before you kiss her."

Lily is a little thirsty after talking for a long time and takes a big mouthful of water. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." David has already collected all of this information and brings over the plate of apples. "Lily,

you're really knowledgeable. I know that asking you about this is definitely correct!"

"Don't you obey that bastard and not allow me to eat?"

David smiles and says, "Eat it. It's fine. Mr. Smith is not here. What kind of fruit do you want to eat? I'll

prepare for you!"

Lily forces a smile.

'I really don't know if David is a wise man or a flip-flopper!'

"Wash some grapes for me."

"OK!"

David washes grapes in the kitchen. Lily lies lazily on the sofa, picks an apple and throws it into her

mouth. She sighs with emotion that her life is really leisurely.

The phone on the coffee table rings. Lily looks at it and finds that it is an unfamiliar number.

Crank call?

Lily is afraid that it's one of her partners who has changed the number, so she still answers, "Hello, this

is Lily."

"Miss Lily, this is Victor."

Hearing his voice, Lily is stunned, wondering why John's bodyguard is calling her.

She subconsciously looks into the kitchen and finds that David is still washing the fruit, so she

whispers, "Why do you call me?"

"Young Master is gone."

Lily is shocked, "Don't you follow him all the time? How could he disappear?"

"Young Master said he was going to see..." Victor pauses for a moment and says somewhat frustrated,

"I waited for him in the lobby of the hotel. I waited for half an hour but he didn't come down. Later, I

found that Young Master left through the back door of the hotel."

"Then why don't you look for him? What's the use of calling me? I haven't seen him for a long time." Lily

is puzzled.

"Miss Lily, are you so heartless?" Victor says with a cold voice.

Lily is puzzled by his sudden hatred. "Why am I heartless? I really don't know about this. Why don't you

wait for me at the hotel? I'll look for him with you."

"No! Miss Lily, sorry for having bothered you!"

Lily looks at the phone that has been hung up. Victor's angry words still bother her.

Victor calls to say that John has disappeared. It has indeed been a long time since she has met John.

To be honest, she does not know where John would go. Why is she accused as a heartless woman?

Recalling the conversation with Victor, Lily frowns and mutters, "Who did he say John is going to see?"

'Why is he hesitating?'

Meanwhile, John, who comes out of the back door of the hotel, stops a taxi and gives the driver an

address.

When John sees a flower shop on the way, he suddenly says, "Stop."

John gets off the car and walks to the flower shop. He looks at the fresh camellias in the bucket. They

seem to have just been delivered. They are delicate and exude a faint fragrance of flowers.

John remembers that his mother likes camellias best, and his father likes to collect oil paintings about

camellia.

The clerk walks out and asks, "May I help you, sir?"Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"I want a bouquet of camellias." John personally picks out the camellias in the bucket. After looking at

them, he is very satisfied and hands them to the clerk. "Don't pack them too complicatedly."

"Alright, just a moment."

A minute later, the clerk hands the packaged camellias to John.

"Thank you." John smiles warmly. After paying, he picks up the camellia and gets into the car. Along

the way, he carefully cares for the camellia until they reach the Cucina Restaurant.

John chooses a window seat and gently places the camellia on the table. He looks at his watch and

expects the meeting today.

'I wonder what my mother's expression will be like when we meet.'

Shortly after he was born, he lost his mother. However, John does not feel lonely at all, because his

father cares enough for him. His father always tells him that his mother misses him and loves him very

much.

Afterwards, his father gives him eighteen letters, saying that his mother left them behind. He feels his

mother's love and warmth through those letters, and he never feels lonely.

Now that he knows that his mother is still alive, no matter how difficult it is, he still wants to see her and

let her see him as he grows up.

As John thinks much, he hears, "Welcome."

He looks up at the entrance to the restaurant and sees a woman in a dark purple suit walking in. She is

well preserved, as if she is only in her early thirties. Her skin is tight and snow-white.

Her appearance has been changed, but her eyes are the same as the one in his father's oil painting in

the study.

It's the same as what he sees on the file.

John feels excited, as if he has obtained a lost treasure. He finds that the woman looks around, and

then stares at him, and walks over.

He slowly gets up from his seat and stares at her.

She quickly walks over and stands at the table. Her eyes are cold, as if she is filled with hatred. Her

hands are tightly gripping the satchel. She grips it so tightly that the veins on her hands stand out.

John comes out of his chair and says, "You..."

He wants to pull open a chair for her, but Kanna Oguri interrupts him coldly. Every word seems to be

squeezed out of her teeth, "You look like him with your eyebrows!"

"Father says that my eyes are like yours..."

"That's why I think that you're so disgusting!" Kanna takes two steps forward and stares at him with

hatred in her eyes. "Bastard, do you know that you and your father ruined my life!"

Bastard?

John is stabbed by her words. He clenches his fists and whispers, "I'm your son, and that accident

wasn't caused by my father."

"You're just a lowly bastard, not my son!" Kanna interrupts him. Her shoulders are trembling, and her

voice is sharp. "I wish I could kill your father!"

John doesn't know why she hates him and his father so much.

Is it because of the fire?

John looks down and says, "I know you've had a hard time these past few years. I'm sorry... Father

misses you very much. Occasionally, when he talks to me about you, he will shed tears."

He brings over the camellia on the table and carefully hands it to Kanna. He says ingratiatingly, "I buy

your favorite camellia..."

Kanna's face clouds over as she pushes the camellia away with her hand. "I don't like camellias!"

The bouquet falls to the ground and the white petals fall all over the ground.