Chapter 339


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    As I was wondering, Eric sneered, “You are really hrious. You said you’re offering me a meal, but you


    had someone else foot the bill? What is the meaning of this? You should have just told me if you


    couldn’t afford to do that. Are you trying to humiliate me?


    “That’s not what I meant. It’s not that I didn’t want to pay the bill, but the cashier said someone already


    paid, so I thought it was you.”


    “Hah, someone actually paid the bill for a stupid woman like you! I really can’t understand. I wonder


    which man had nothing better to do.”


    “A man? Do you know who paid for me, President Walker?”


    “How would I know?”


    “But you just said it was a man who paid the bill for me.”


    “Can’t I guess? Which woman would pay for you?”


    “Isabe. Isabe would pay for me.”


    **


    “If it really was your chatty best friend, wouldn’t she havee over to talk to you?” Eric looked at me


    wryly.


    “You are right.” If it was Isabe, she would certainly havee to greet me. “So who paid the bill for


    me?”


    “You can reflect on this yourself. Oh yes, you have to invite me to dinner tomorrow night.”


    “Why?”


    “You were supposed to be asking me out to dinner tonight, but you weren’t the one who paid the


    bill. Since you didn’t pay, it can’t be considered as if you offered me dinner. Therefore, you still owe me


    dinner, and you have to treat me tomorrow night.” My head got dizzy with his long-winded


    exnation. It’s just dinner, isn’t it? Did he really need to say that much?


    “Okay, I can invite you to dinner. Now, can you tell me what condition you spoke ofst night?”


    “The condition is that you are my


    role model.”


    “Oh, this?” I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought he woulde up with a bizarre condition. “No problem


    Seeing that I had readily agreed, his expression calmed down. “Let’s go for a walk on the beach.”


    I nodded, and the car sped toward the beach. At that moment, Eric turned on the music, in which the


    familiar chords of ‘Scarborough Fair’ echoed in the car.


    Are you going to Scarborough Fair?


    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme


    Remember me to those who live there


    He was once a true love of mine


    Tell him to make me a chambray shirt


    Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme


    No seams or embroidery


    Then he will be a true love my


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    The ethereal voice of Sarah Brightman spoke that the most sincere love is the most unforgettable love


    in every person’s life. As the music yed, Eric’s long, slender fingers drummed against the steering


    wheel in time with the beat. Surprisingly, a trace of tenderness appeared on his face. Looking at his


    indescribably handsome profile, I got distracted. The music yed on a loop, and I just looked at him


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    as I leaned to the side. It wasn’t until we got to the beach where he stopped the car and turned off the


    music that I snapped back to reality.


    The night breeze was tinged with a salty, damp smell as Eric and I walked side by side on the


    beach. He held out his hands and took a deep breath, apparently in good spirits. So I timidly asked,


    “President Walker, who asked for your


    helpst night?”


    “Huh?”