Chapter 238 Not My Type At All
Charles''s POV:
I pushed the door to the private room open and walked inside. "Scarlett, why are you here?"
Unexpectedly, Scarlett cast a cold re at me and snapped, "Why do you ask? Did I interrupt you
and Rita while you two were talking about the good old days?"
Why was she acting like this?
"If you don''t have anything else to say, please leave. I have to talk with Diana about work."
I didn''t question her any further and left the private room as told.
Scarlett ended up not contacting me at all the entire day.
Except for some messages about work, my phone remained deathly quiet, as if it was broken. I
couldn''t hold myself back anymore and was about to call Scarlett, when a news notification popped
on my phone and caught my attention.
It was gossip news, the tabloid.
The author of the article described how I stood by and did nothing when my first love, Miss Rita
Lively, had been beaten, weaving the whole narrative in a dramatic and exaggerated tone. Despite
her being so near to me at the time of the incident, I didn''t raise a hand to help her at all.
All of this, the article emphasized, was because I feared my wife.
The author also spent a lot of effort making up how evil and horrific Scarlett was. The article made it
seem like Scarlett controlled every aspect of my life, from what I eat to what I wear, and how I
should carry myself. She was also said to be the one who forbade me from helping Rita. As I went
through every word, fury surged in me. I was so angry that Iughed. There was not a single speck
of truth in this so-called news article.
More importantly, what would Scarlett think when she saw this? She was already furious with me.
Would she be even angrier?
The thought depressed me to no end. I had nowhere to vent my misery, but then, David rang and
invited me for a game of tennis.
At the tennis court, I directed of all my wrath on the innocent tennis racket, swinging and hitting the
ball with all of my might.
For the first few rounds, David was able to deal with me. Very soon, he was unable to defend
against my hits. He stopped, and began protesting angrily.
"Charles, did I offend you in some way or other?"
I weighed the tennis racket, not caring about his outburst. "You''re just awful at tennis."
"I should''ve asked the guy who pissed you off to y with you instead." David shook his head
helplessly, exasperated.
He fought against me for another half an hour before finally sumbing and losing the battle. By
now, he was out of breath.
"I can''t take it anymore. Charles, I want a break!" "No. You''re getting weaker recently." I was
sweating all over, but I still felt that I hadn''t had enough.
David immediately surrendered, not in the mood to y. He called several professional tennis
coaches to y with me before leaving the court, exhausted and dejected.
"Come on!" I wiped my sweat, and confronted my new opponents.
Spencer''s POV:
Charles''s frenzied outburst scared David away.
Fortunately, I didn''t y with Charles today, so I wasn''t delegated as the cannon fodder. Otherwise,
I would''ve ended up much worse than David.
Just as I was mourning for David''s miserable fate, Vivian called me.
"Remember, you have a blind date at seven o''clock tonight. This time, I found a girl that suits your
tastes perfectly."
Again?! This was insane!
"Vivian... How many more are there? Why don''t you just let theme together?" I snapped
crossly, my temples aching in annoyance.
"Well, there are lots more. Spencer, the amount of women your mother found you could form an
army. If theye together, I''m afraid you won''t be able to handle it," Vivian drawled in a gloating
tone. She was taking delight in my misery.
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At this moment, I genuinely wondered if she had any feelings for me at all. She was acting like a
complete outsider.
"Fine, I got it. I''ll be there on time," I answered simply. There was no point in extending our
conversation.
"What kind of girl is it this time?" David asked. It seemed he had been eavesdropping on me for a
while.
I sighed dejectedly, "I don''t know. Vivian said the girl suits my tastes."
"I thought you like girls like Vivian?" David''s words were like a knife that stabbed deep inside me.
Yes, I liked her. I liked her, yet she found me blind dates instead!
Damn it! How much did this woman love money? So much so that she would actually betray me for
money?
*
Later that evening...
I arrived at Mint Bar for my blind date, as promised.
The lighting tonight in the bar was especially soft. The colors from the lights shone on the various
wine sses arranged on the tables.
The singer performing that night chose a ssic song. Its slow, soothing melody filled the air. The
atmosphere was perfect.
"I arranged for all this. Are you satisfied?"
Vivian''s voice suddenly came from behind me.
I turned around to look at her. She was dressed in a short, lovely apricot yellow dress, her long hair
cascading down her shoulders. Her skin look tender and fair, more than usual. She looked
completely different from how she usually wear when she was working.
So much, that I thought she was here to date me in person.
But my hopes were crushed when she said, "Rose is already here. Enjoy your date."
Just like that, I was thrown from heaven to hell in an instant.
I ignored her and turned away, and walked to the reserved table. Miss Rose, my date for the night,
was already sitting there. I greeted her politely.
"Hello, Spencer," Rose said softly, her voice gentle.
To be honest, she was a beautiful woman. She had a faint bookish but elegant aura. Some way or
other, she didn''t seem to fit the mood in the bar.
But... she wasn''t my type at all.
Why was Vivian so sure that I''m into girls like Rose?
Or was Vivian simply doing as my mother had instructed her?
A hint of joy suddenly spread within my heart. Vivian''s unprofessional behavior tonight was unusual.
I tried to search some clues from her arrangements, to see if she actually liked me.
The wine that night didn''t taste good at all. I even suspected that there was something amiss with
the bartender. During the entire date, I didn''t listen to a word Rose had said. My eyes wandered
aimlessly around the bar, searching for Vivian.
Finally, the date came to an end. Not long after Rose left, I received a call from my mother.
My mother''s voice was full of joy. She said that Rose was satisfied with me, and wanted to see me
more often.
I was speechless. I couldn''t fathom why Rose was interested in an absentminded man that didn''t
entertain her the slightest during the date. Before I could figure out the reason, Vivian finally
appeared in my line of sight. I approached her, but soon discovered a tall and handsome man sitting
next to her.
"Who''s that man sitting next to Vivian?" I asked a waiter, trying to sound casual.
"Harris. He''se here with Miss Vivian several times," the waiter replied calmly, having
recognized the man at a nce.
I fixed my gaze on Harris, my brows furrowed. Harries then took out a ck card from his pocket
and handed it to Vivian.
At this moment, Vivian turned around and locked eyes with me. She shed me a fake smile, and
then took the ck card from Harris.
I wasn''t that stupid.
I had been deceived once, but I wouldn''t be deceived a second time.
Perhaps Vivian was being too enthusiastic all of a sudden, Harris also turned around and noticed
me.
The moment our gazes crossed, thunder and fire collided with horrific intensity. It was an aggressive
re, unique to men when they fought over a woman.
The horn for a war was sounded, and my heart was filled with rm.
Even if Vivian was just acting, she was so smart and wonderful that it was inevitable the actor would
genuinely want to be with her.
The two of them continued acting in front of me for a long time, as if on purpose. My eyes stung as I
looked on.
I let out a long sigh before walking forward, only to realize that the ck card, an important prop for
their act tonight, was left on the table.
Great! They screwed up!
I''d like to see how Vivian would wriggle her way out of this.
I picked up the ck card, feeling contented, and marched straight to the room Vivian was in.