Chapter404: A PerfectMatch


    Raina‘s POV


    During the day of the auction, I was waiting at home for Charles on the edge of my seat in anticipation 1 I


    kept on fantasizing of going with him to the auction,


    I‘d wear the evening gown that he bought for me, take his arm, and greet the envious nces from count


    less guests


    The more I thought of it, the more excited it made me.


    But as time passed by, Charles still didn‘t arrive, and nobody sent me the dress.


    Feeling as though someone had poured cold water all over me, my heart


    froze. ‘Why isn‘t Charles here yet? Is it possible that Scarlett is pestering him again and he‘s having a ha


    rd time getting rid of her? She already chose to leave. Why on earth did shee back?’


    Disappointed and furious, I pinned all the me on that bitch, Scarlett 2 In a fit


    of rage, I threw all the essories resting on the dresser to the ground to vent all of my frustrations. At th


    is moment, my mother opened the door of my room and happened to see me throwing a tantrum. “Raina,


    what’s got you so worked up? Why did you make a big mess in your room?” she asked in


    surprise. I began to cry and told her the whole


    story. “Mom, Charles hasn‘te to pick me up yet. Do you think he‘s still mad at me? Or is it just becau


    se he didn‘t buy that dress for me?”


    “Raina, I know you‘re confused, but the only way you can get answers is by going to the auction and


    asking him directly,” Mom


    suggested. “Even if he doesn‘te to pick you up, you can alwayse with us. Liam and Nancy are


    already waiting downstairs. You


    can‘t lose yourposure just because of this trivial matter.” a After a moment of contemtion, her advi


    ce made sense. All the anger in my heart was gradually dying down.


    At my mother‘s insistence, I rummaged for the ne that Chloe had given me.


    Even though the ne didn‘t match my outfit, I still wore it because I wanted to make Charles happy.


    Scarlett‘s POV


    I put on the evening dress that Simon sent me and began to do my makeup solemnly. 2 “My word, Miss


    Wilson! You are stunning! I may be a woman, but it‘s hard not to get attracted to you. You‘ll captivate


    every person in the auction with your radiant looks tonight!” Elena was ck jawed in


    awe, and she was quitevish with herpliments of me.


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    I chuckled at her remarks helplessly and suggested, “Would you like me to do your makeup? I‘m not that


    half–bad with my makeup


    skills.” Elena waved her hands in refusal. “Oh, I‘m sorry, Miss Wilson. I‘ll have to refuse your offer. I‘m not


    used to such things.”


    “Alright, I won‘t force you.” I


    withdrew my hand, albeit reluctantly. At this time, I heard the doorbell ringing from downstairs.


    “Elena, go open the door and take the box on that table over there to the living room with you. It might pr


    ove useful at the auction,” I said to her a


    Elena nodded in response and took the box downstairs.


    Once I was done putting on makeup, I stared at my delicate, charming face in the mirror and smiled with


    satisfaction.


    After a


    year of meticulous maintenance, my face had looked even more beautiful than before. It was as delicate


    as a budding rose.


    I was in a good mood. I picked up my windbreaker, draped it over my body, and went downstairs.


    In the living room, I saw a man sitting on the sofa, seemingly waiting for me.


    I shot him a stern gaze.


    ‘He‘s tall, his facial features are undeniably attractive, and his green eyes could pierce anyone’s soul. He


    looks stable, mature, and he definitely looks like a gentleman,‘ I thought.


    The man stood up and took the initiative to greet me.


    “Good evening, Caroline, if I may call you that. I‘m Simon Felix. It‘s nice to meet you. I apologize if I soun


    d too forward, must say, you are more beautiful than I‘d imagined!”


    His words put a smile on my face, and I said, “Thank you, Simon. You‘re too kind.


    Anyway, it‘s still early. Why don‘t we get to know each other first?”


    There was very little that I knew about Simon.


    Dad never skimped onpliments each time he mentioned Simon, so I was always curious about this


    man.


    “That‘s a great idea!” Simon shed me a tender


    smile and said, “My father has been Mr. Wilson‘s friend for many years.


    I, myself, am running apany.” I listened to him intently, and asked questions from time to time. He ma


    to answer all my questions easily. His answers were solemn, yet


    humorous. Nobody would feel bored chatting with him. “By the way, I heard that the project on the west co


    disappointed. 1


    It was then that Elena came over and said, “Miss Wilson, Mr. Felix, it‘s time to go.”


    Just as I stood up, Simon stretched out his arm, ever the gentleman.


    I chuckled and took his arm as though it was natural for me.


    “Miss Wilson, you and Mr. Felix look like a match made in heaven!” Elena covered her mouth, visibly excit


    Instinctively, I looked up and identally met his gaze.


    His soulful green eyes captivated me, and somehow, it made me smile. While we were getting in the car,


    “Two billion.” I raised two of my fingers. After a brief pause, Simon suggested, “Perhaps you should start a