Flash Marriage: Falling in Love with My Contract Husband

My phone suddenly rang.

I didn't know who was calling, but I was in a very bad mood now!

"Hello? Who is this? And what do you want?"

"Miss Calvert, hello. It's me, Gordon."

I remembered Gordon, so I sounded less careless and casual.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fowler. You're calling me because..."

I didn't finish my words, but he seemed to understand what I wanted to say.

He chuckled, "Miss Calvert, I'm calling to fulfill yesterday's promise. Would you honor me with a dinner tonight?"

Hearing his words, I thought, I said that yesterday because I didn't want to embarrass him. He took it seriously? Well, fine. Never mind.

Then, I said to Gordon, "Alright. I promised to treat you. Let's meet at Spring Restaurant."

"Okay, Miss Calvert. See you there."

"Okay, bye-bye."

After hanging up the phone, I sighed helplessly in my heart, Oh, no. I already have a boyfriend, don't I? It doesn't feel right for me to go on a blind date with someone else.

No. No. I'm just inviting someone to dinner to apologize. It's not a blind date.

Later, I arrived at Spring Restaurant. "Mr. Fowler, sorry for the waiting. The traffic was heavy." I scratched my head and looked at Gordon apologetically.

"It's okay. I just arrived," Gordon smiled and gestured for me to sit down.

Then, he said, "Miss Calvert, don't call me Mr. Fowler. It's too formal. Just call me Gordon."

I handed him the menu and said, "Okay, Gordon. You can call me Isabel."

Gordon smiled. Soon, all the dishes were served.

The waiter said with a smile, "Miss, sir, hope you'll enjoy this meal."

Just as I was about to pick up the food, I casually looked up and saw a pair of pitiful eyes.

I thought to myself, Oh, no. This is bad.

"I'm sorry, Gordon. I think I need to use the washroom now."

I smiled apologetically at Gordon and then got up to walk to Trey.

"Trey, what are you doing here? I just came to have dinner with him."

Resignedly, I held Trey's hand and walked to a corner.

He said, "Isabel, you're my girlfriend, but you didn't have dinner with me. Now, you're even having a blind date with someone else."

Trey sounded aggrieved, and I suddenly felt very guilty.

I hurriedly explained, "It's not a blind date. I just wanna apologize to him for the misunderstanding yesterday. Sorry."

After saying so, I tiptoed and wanted to pat Trey's head. However, I was only 5.3 feet tall and was a bit short in front of him.

Just as I felt embarrassed and was about to put down my hand, Trey squatted down. Seeing this, I didn't hesitate and reached out to touch his head, thinking, Oh my. It's so soft and fluffy. So nice. I love it.

A few seconds later, I withdrew my hand and said with a solemn face, "Okay, I'll go back after finishing this dinner. You go back to your seat and wait for me. I'll take you home later."

Trey's eyes lit up, shining brightly. Seeing this, I felt that I loved him more.

Feeling inexplicably better in my heart, I hummed a song as I walked back to my seat.

I looked at the untouched food and said, "Gordon, let's enjoy these dishes, shall we?" I also picked up the fork and knife and prepared to eat.

"Sure. Please." As Gordon spoke, he made a gentlemanly gesture.

While we were eating, none of us spoke. Soon, we finished our meal.

Then, I asked, "Gordon, how do you like the food here? Do you like them?"

Gordon replied, "Of course. Isabel, may I have the pleasure of going shopping and watching a movie with you?"

I glanced at Trey, who was waiting for me not far away, and declined Gordon's invitation.

"Sorry, Gordon, my friend is still waiting for me."

"That's a shame. Then Isabel, see you next time."

"See you."

I watched Gordon leave and then breathed a sigh of relief.

I turned and walked towards Trey. As I expected, I saw the pitiful look in his eyes again.

I couldn't help but sigh, reaching out and holding his hand as if I had done it a thousand times.

Trey said, "Isabel, you didn't tell him that I'm your boyfriend."

I replied, "You need to give me some time. We've only known each other for two days, okay?"

But Trey murmured, "It's 22 years."

I didn't hear clearly and asked, "Did you say something?"

"Nothing. Isabel, let's go home." With that, Trey added in his heart, Go back to our home.

The shadows of the two of us gradually merged under the setting sun.