Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

There was a newfound femininity in Janice. Her gaze was softer and more alluring, exuding a sultry charm that could easily stir a man's heart.

Simon's heart trembled. Unable to stop himself, he reached out to take Janice's hand, but before he could touch her, she gracefully lifted her wine glass.

"This wine is quite good. It must have been expensive, right?"

"It's nothing. Janice, you won't lose out by standing with me. All you need to do is listen to me, and you'll have everything you want," Simon replied, his gaze fixed on her.

As arrogant as ever, he still believed that she loved him the most and could never let him go. Otherwise, why else would she be here having dinner with him?

"Listen to you?" Janice murmured, her voice light with amusement.

"That's right. Janice, are you drunk?" His tone softened, his eyes carrying a calculated warmth.

Her eyes seemed slightly unfocused. "It's not too bad."

Simon had been watching her closely. After a moment, he asked seriously, "Do you still love me?"

She slowly closed her eyes as if trying to suppress the dizzying effects of the alcohol. The intoxication was clearly setting in.

After a long pause, she finally opened her eyes and smiled, her face inches from his. "What do you think?"

Seeing this, Simon's confidence soared. "I think you still love me. After all, we have so many years of history together, right? That means... there are no secrets between us, correct?"

Her speech was slow as she countered, "Is there anything about me that you don't already know?"

Simon smiled and poured her more wine. "Then tell me, what's the passcode for your safe at the National Crochet Union building?"

Janice blinked vacantly as if regaining a bit of clarity. "The passcode? need to know that?"

do you

His heart skipped a beat. "I just want to see if you're truly sincere with me. If you are, I'll definitely marry you."

The private dining room fell silent.

"Oh." She nodded vacantly, her voice slow and dreamy. "The passcode is... my birthday."

Her birthday? Perfect.

Simon barely suppressed a triumphant laugh. He quickly poured her another drink. "Come on, let's toast again."

By the time they drained the last of the wine, Simon was already lightheaded.

Meanwhile, Janice leaned against the armrest with one hand propping up her head. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were closed. She looked as if she had reached her limit.

Looking at her like this, a wave of desire stirred within Simon. This version of her was elegant, radiant, and completely different from the past. She was utterly mesmerizing.

He called out to her, "Janice?"

"Hm?"

Taking advantage of the moment, he coaxed her, "Why don't you stay by Edward's side for now and feed

me some information? Also, make a few extra crochet pieces for me to submit to competitions. If I win, you win too. You'll never have to struggle again. After that, we'll get married."

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze shimmering. "If I do this, will you regret it?"

Regret? Why would he regret anything? Assuming she meant marriage, Simon grinned.

"Never, Janice. Trust me."

He reassured her again before suddenly remembering something. "By the way, push the bank to process the transfer. It's just a few million dollars. Why is it still not in my account?"

Even at this point, he was still fixated on using her money.

Janice's gaze turned hazy as she watched him, an unreadable smile tugging at her lips. The longer she looked at him, the more uneasy Simon felt.

She silently marveled at Simon's shamelessness... and her own past foolishness.

"Janice, are you not satisfied yet? Let's drink some more." Simon uncorked another bottle.

He would not stop until she was utterly drunk. As the drinks kept flowing, Janice continued to laugh She appeared lighthearted and

unrestrained. Meanwhile, Simon was was

unraveling. His stomach ai nét

churning, and his steps grew

unsteady.

"I... can't... drink anymore..." he muttered before slumping onto the table.

The private room fell silent.noveldrama

The haziness in Janice's eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, knowing look as she stared at Simon's motionless figure. His

drinking tolerance was nothing net

compared to hers. Back when she

secured business deals for Refined Threads Co., she had built an iron stomach for alcohol.

Just before leaving, Janice glanced at the empty wine glass. Her voice was so soft it barely registered. "It seems you've never realized that the person who knows you bestan this world is me."

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So, if he intended to destroy her path... he shouldn't blame her for erasing him

completely.