Chapter 599: A Blind Date


    George’s POV:


    After dinner, I video called Helen. She was leaning against the head of the bed. Truly, she looked elegant


    with her wet hair dripping in the soft, warm light.


    The cockles of my heart seemed to warm up as I looked at her.


    “What are you doing?” I asked casually. I knew that if I didn’t take the initiative to contact her, then she


    wouldn’t have contacted me.


    “I just took a shower and I am getting ready for bed,” Helen replied while drying her tresses with a towel.


    Her movements were unrushed and I could see that the pajamas she was wearing were rather


    conservative. However, my attention was drawn to the diamond-like droplets of water gently falling off the


    tips of her hair against her delicate and beautiful corbone. Images of me hugging and kissing her


    passionately shed through my mind. “Oh!” I replied in a low, hoarse voice.


    I secretly admired her without saying anything. Neither of us spoke again for a while. Helen kept drying


    her hair and then suddenly asked, “When will you being back to New York?”


    “In a few days.”


    I had promised to apany my grandpa to have a physical examination and to meet several of my


    friends. A technology exhibition was scheduled to take ce in Washington in a few days’ time and Jane


    and I were invited to participate in it.


    Therefore, I would still be around for at least a week.


    “I’ll also have to go back to work by then.”


    “I guess.”


    The next few days were pretty busy. My main schedule was to apany my grandpa to meet a whole


    lot of people with different agendas. Sometimes, my grandpa would send me on his behalf to represent


    him.


    One day, out of the blue, my mother asked me apany her to a lunch party. It wasn’t too much of a


    big deal for me so I agreed. Before I returned, I had been mentally prepared to attend all kinds of social


    asions with my grandpa and my parents so that I could make them proud.


    In return, they would not interfere in my personal life in the following year. My mother had booked a


    French restaurant. As soon as I walked in, I noticed a young woman, roughly my age, sitting at the table.


    It didn’t take me long to realize that my mother had arranged a blind date for me!


    In particr, after a few introductory words, my mother left with her mother on the pretext of needing to


    use the washroom. I was now convinced that this was indeed a blind date.


    I frowned inwardly and nced at her indifferently. The woman looked at me gracefully with a light smile


    on her face.


    “I guess you didn’t catch my name just now. I am Josie Burke. I’m so pleased to see you again.”


    I caught the punch of her words and asked, “Josie Burke? See me again?” I couldn’t for the life of me


    remember seeing her before, but judging by her tone, she was familiar with me.


    “Yes, we went to the same kindergarten as children and also in the same ss in the first grade of


    primary school. But then, when my father was transferred to a new ce of work, we moved away,” Josie


    exined with a warm smile


    “I’m sorry! I don’t remember.” I answered honestly because I genuinely had no memory of it. Her


    surname was somewhat familiar though. It reminded me of someone who had worked for my grandpa


    many years ago.


    “No problem. Just remember me from today on.” Josie still smiled, as if she was not angry with my


    indifference. She seemed pretty cool in spite of my abrupt answer.


    In my mother’s eyes, Josie’s identity was perfect future daughter-inw material for her. She met all my


    mother’s expectations. After all, for my mother, it was a marriage between families of equal social and


    economic status. Therefore, there was no need for Josie to fawn on anyone.


    Her identity was sufficient and spoke for itself. I was in no mood to engage in useless banter, so I turned


    to enjoy my foie gras,pletely ignoring Josie. Seriously, I behaved as if she didn’t even exist. This


    was mystpromise. Silence was myst respect for my mother’s secret arrangement of the blind


    date.


    My mother had to be grateful that I didn’t say anything rude to Josie in a moment of irritation. I couldn’t


    pretend to be interested while I was really not. I was even losing my smile, my politeness and my


    patience. At first, she tried to find some random topics to talk about, but I was a person of few words.


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    Besides, I was in an awful mood, so our conversation was far from pleasant. Finally, the smile at the


    corners of her mouth faded. Josie red at me and questioned me harshly, “I don’t understand.”


    “I apologize. I had no idea about this blind date in advance. I’ll talk to my mother when we get back.” I put


    down my knife and fork roughly and showed her my stubborn attitude. Shock and disdain enveloped her


    face. Josie asked in disbelief,


    “Don’t you like me?” I shook my head and exined patiently, “No, that’s not what I mean. I just didn’t


    expect to go on a blind date. It has nothing to do with who you are. This is not about you. It’s about me.


    Don’t take it personally.”


    “You are the first person who dares to refuse me,” Josie sneered and spat in an arrogant tone. I asked


    indifferently,


    “Really? Well, I’m honored! If you want, I will tell my mother that you don’t like me. In that way, I will


    spare you the embarrassment.” I thought I had made it clear enough to her that I was not interested.


    Hell, I was even prepared to cook up a story for my mother to let her save face. If she had any sense at


    all, she would understand that I was refusing her and she should let it go.


    However, Josie suddenly burst into peals ofughter. She rested her chin on one hand and stared at me


    with burning eyes.


    “No need. I have a heavy crush on you. There are lots of simps on the street but I don’t like any of them.


    Hey, but now that I have seen a tough one, of course I like it! I want you.”


    “Whatever.” What she thought or wanted had nothing to do with me. Anyway, I had said my piece and


    was not at all ttered by her bold words. Just as I was about to leave, a familiar voice came from


    behind.


    “Honey, what are you doing here?”


    I raised my head and met Jane’s gaze. She walked over and sat down beside me. Then she picked up


    the knife and fork I had used and was about to eat with it. She tried to portray that we were so intimate


    that we didn’t mind using each other’s knives and forks. I scoffed and took the knife and fork back from


    her hands.


    “Take another set.” Before Jane could object, I requested the waiter to bring new cutlery. Josie stared at


    Jane with a sulky face and bluntly asked, “Who are you?” Neither Jane nor I answered her. Jane just


    gulped down the food. The atmosphere froze yet again. Josie picked up her bag and left in a huff.


    “A blind date?” Jane asked, finally raising her head from her food. “Yes.” I didn’t offer too much of details


    and continued to eat. Jane gloated and teased, “I didn’t expect you to end up with a blind date. That girl


    is quite beautiful. Did your family introduce you to her? I think you are of equal social and economic


    status. Don’t you like her?”


    I intentionally didn’t answer her question. Jane said slowly, “I wonder what kind of woman would make


    you happy.”