Chapter 220


    Chapter 220 You Don’t Match at All


    At 9:30 a.m. on Saturday, Imogen picked up Grace at the Gxy Vi and took her around the


    mall.


    As she watched to dinner time, they were about to head to the restaurant when Imogen received a


    message from Erik: [Imogen, I am at a coffee shop on the way. What would you like to drink?]


    Then, he took a picture of the menu and sent it over.


    Imogen clicked on the menu and leaned down. “Grace, what would you like to drink?”


    Grace looked over, rolled her eyes smartly, and ordered the most expensive one. She bit her finger


    and said, “Imogen, I’d like three: one for me, one for Troy, and one for Grandma Mary.” Imogen was


    speechless.


    Grace tricked Erik into paying for her.


    “Okay. Three drinks will do.” Imogen sent Erik the names of the drinks and transferred money to


    him.


    Erik: [Imogen, why are you transferring me money again? I told you it’s on me today!]


    When she got home that night, Imogen transferred the money for her lunch to Erik. How could she


    ask Erik to pay for the meal she had with Grace?


    On that asion, Erik was reluctant to take her money. It was because Imogen said it was on her


    on Saturday that he received it.


    Imogen typed out a few words: [Take it. You’re buying us lunch, but this won’t be needed.]


    Imogen thought about it and deleted thest few words. Imogen: [Take it. You just got an


    internship and haven’t been paid yet. You need money.]


    Erik epted the transfer a few secondster. He sent an emoji of a cat’s head and said: [I’ll take it


    then, thanks.]


    Imogen: [That’s okay. By the way, do you mind if I take Grace?]


    Erik took a minute to express his mind but then replied: [No.]


    Imogen could almost imagine Erik’s defiant expression, and she smiled.


    “Hmph,” Grace pouted and looked away.


    “What’s wrong? Baby Grace?” Imogen said as she put her phone in her pocket.


    “Imogen, you’re ignoring me when all you do is chat.”


    “I’m not ignoring you.”


    “Imogen, you’re ignoring me now. Maybe you won’t bring me out to y next time, and you might


    not evene to see me in the future,” Grace had a touch of resentment on her face.


    Imogen couldn’t help butugh out loud. “You’re a witty kid!”


    Imogen led Grace to the restaurant.


    Erik sent a message halfway through: [Imogen, I’ve arrived. I’m at the innermost table in the


    second row.] Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    He sent two pictures.


    One was the seat position, and the other was the menu.


    Erik: [Imogen, why don’t you take a look at what to order first?]


    Imogen was driving and didn’t have time to look at it, so she handed it to Grace in the back. “Grace,


    just see what you want and tell Uncle Erik.”


    “He’s a big brother!” Grace took the phone for emphasis. “Imogen, I’ll read it to you. See what


    want to eat.”


    “It’s not necessary. Just order what


    “Okay.”


    you like.”


    “Why do you have to call him brother?”


    “Because there’s not much of an age difference between us. You don’t match at all!”


    Imogen didn’t know what to say.


    The two arrived at the restaurant and headed straight to their seats.


    “Imogen, this way,” Erik looked up and saw Imogen, smiling and waving, showing his perfect teeth.


    “Here we are.”


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    Imogen led Grace over and sat down side–by–side across from Erik. “Did you order dinner?” “Yes,”


    Erik nodded and took a few cups of coffee from the bag. “Here you go. Imogen, the coffee.”


    “Thanks,” Imogen took a cup and gave it to Grace. “Grace, say thanks to Uncle Erik.”


    “Thanks, Brother Erik,” Grace said.


    “You’re wee,” Erik smiled at Grace with a bit of a fake smirk.


    But he couldn’t say anything in front of Imogen.


    Imogen and Erik talked about some work stuff. After about fifteen minutes, the waiter served the


    food, starting with two dishes.


    “Imogen, Grace, let’s start eating.”


    Grace wasn’t shy at all, picking up her fork and starting to eat.


    Then they served the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth dishes…


    After the eighth dish came up, Imogen looked at the table of dishes and blurted out, “There


    shouldn’t be any more, right? Why did you order so much? We definitely can’t eat it all.”


    Erik nced at Imogen and was surprised. “There are still a few dishes left. Wasn’t it you who sent


    me the menu?”


    “Huh?” Imogen was staggered for a moment. She suddenly thought of something and opened the


    dialog box with Erik to look at it. She almost threw Grace out!


    She pressed the phone screen off and looked at Grace angrily.


    Grace silently lowered her head to y with her forefinger, with a look of shame on her face.


    Imogen smiled apologetically toward Erik. “Sorry.”


    “Imogen, you don’t have to apologize. It’s on me, so you can have whatever you want,” Erik said


    immediately, having guessed what was going on.


    So Grace had ordered the meal.


    No wonder!


    He knew Imogen cared enough about him not to let him spend more money!


    Imogen smiled and made up her mind to transfer the money to Erik after the meal.


    Grace had probably done something wrong, so she ate without further fuss and was soon full. Erik


    was very attentive during the time, watching Imogen’s preferences to serve her food. Imogen ate it


    the first time, and after a few minutes, Erik served it the second time.


    Imogen didn’t eat and reminded him, “Just eat your own. You don’t have to serve it to me.” The act


    of serving food was still a bit intimate.


    It was true that she wanted to be close to Erik, but she had to be sure of her limits.


    “Okay.”


    The two talked to each other from work to the world.


    With Imogen’s deliberate response, Erik felt very much inmon with her, and his heart was even


    stronger by his choice.


    He felt as if Imogen should have some good feelings for him as well.


    When it was almost over, Erik mentioned offhandedly, “Imogen, there’s a movie theater near here


    that happened to have a new movie released recently with good reviews. It’s still early. Do you want


    to go see a movie?”


    Imogen wipes Grace’s mouth while asking, “What movie?”


    “Summer Promise.”


    “A contemporary romance movie?”


    “Yes. Is that what you like to watch? It’s okay if we change it to something else if you don’t like it.”


    Imogen was afraid of romantic movies with kissing scenes in them, and she and Erik being


    embarrassed was less important than the fact that Grace was there.


    “Are there any cartoons?”


    Erik paused. “There should be. Let’s go over there to have a look.”


    Fine.


    Erik thought it was okay to watch whatever she wanted as long as she went to see it.


    Imogen asked, “Grace, do you want to see a movie? Let’s go see a cartoon?”


    Grace hadn’t seen a movie since she came to New York City. She got torn and thought, “Do I fulfill


    my own selfish desires, or do I hurry up and drag Imogen away?”


    Finally, she nodded. “Go!”


    Troy shouldn’t me her, right?


    “Alright. Let’s go see a movie then.”


    Grace clutched her coffee and stood up, holding Imogen’s hand.


    Imogen was about to lift the remaining cups of coffee when Erik preceded her and picked up bag.


    “Imogen, I’ll carry it for you.”


    the


    “Thanks.”


    The three of them walked to a nearby movie theater.


    Grace was walking on Imogen’s left, and Erik was walking on Imogen’s right when Erik’s left hand


    identally bumped into Imogen’s right hand.


    He immediately withdrew his hand, and his handsome cheeks flushed slightly. He smiled coyly, with


    clear eyes full of affection. “Sorry.”


    Chapter 220 You Don’t Match at All


    “It’s okay,” Imogen smiled.


    The three continued to move forward.


    Erik’s hand touched Imogen’s again.


    He lowered his eyes, gathered his courage, and took Imogen’s hand.


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