Chapter 130


    Just then, Casey emerged from the kitchen, a tter in his hands. He nced around the living


    room, a puzzled expression on his face. “Hasn’t rae back yet? I could’ve sworn I heard her


    voice a moment ago.”


    Casey hesitated before speaking. “Maybe let’s not. After all, you two have broken up, and a girl’s


    boudoir is off–limits to outsiders.”


    He was fond ofn and knew ra had deep feelings for him. But considering the unpleasantness


    of their breakup, and as ra’s father, he couldn’t just forgive fan so easily.


    Business was business, and matters of the heart were something else entirely. He would never


    again entangle his daughter’s emotions with any financial interests.


    When Casey had been discharged from the hospital,n had made an effort to dress up, bringing


    out a bottle of fine, vintage wine he’d saved for years.


    Casey had truly seen him as a son–inw. He would always cook a few special dishes. whenever


    lan visited.


    After some days,n had gone from being a potential family member to an outsider. Casey treated


    him with nothing more than the courtesy of a distant acquaintance.


    Upstairs, ra had been sitting for a while. There was still no sound of a car leaving. She guessed


    thatn was staying for dinner.


    Standing by the window, she gripped an old cellphone tightly in her hand. She stared at a text


    message she’d once sent, and her eyes began to moisten.


    Just then, a knock sounded at the door. raposed herself and went to open it.


    Casey stood there, an apron tied around his waist and a gentle smile on his face. Hisrge hand


    ruffled her hair affectionately. “Your generation’s issues are not for me to meddle in, but believe me,


    I’m always on your side. Today, my car broke down on the way home, andn happened to pass by.


    He helped me out and mentioned he was consulting an international expert for my condition. As a


    token of gratitude, I invited him to stay for dinner, nothing more.”


    ra chuckled dismissively. “It’s fine; we can’t avoid each other forever.”


    “That’s the spirit. Let’s go eat,” he said, and they walked downstairs, arm in arm.


    10:41


    As they descended, ra asked, “What did you want to talk to me about when you called me


    back?”


    Casey pped his forehead,ughing. “I almost forgot the big news. At my ss reunion


    yesterday, I spotted several potential dates for you–fine young men, one after the other. Let me


    show you their pictures.” He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through the gallery for


    photos.


    ra didn’t make much of it. Ever since she graduated from college, this had be a routine for


    her father. She flipped through the pictures just like before, asionally making ament or two.


    Casey continued, “If you like any of them, I’ll set up a date. You are so outstanding. You’re bound to


    find the one meant for you.”


    Wasn’t ra’s secret admirer of seven years, Anders, and that puppy–like protector Ryker enough


    of a headache for him? Why was Casey adding more rivals to his alreadyplicated situation?


    Without dy,n snapped a photo of himself with his phone and sent it to Casey. With a steady


    gaze, he said, “Casey, this is my photo and resume. Please arrange a date for ral


    and me as well.”