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Chapter 334
Chapter 334
Chapter 334
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I was looking for a suitable opportunity to lay my cards on the table with Eric, but I was hesitant. Maybe
tomorrow’s dinner is an opportunity.
The next morning, I went clothes shopping with Isabella instead of going to the office with my dad. After
shopping for clothes, I went to the hairdresser. I had straight, long hair that fell flat, but today I had my
hair permed and dyed. When I looked in the mirror after the hairdresser was done, surprise flooded
through me. The hairstylist gave me wavy curls with a half bun, while my brown hair looked rich and
natural, my straight bangs unique and alluring. The hairstyle was new but not too striking, very
adorable. In Isabella’s words, it’s too cute!
When I returned home, both my mother and Mrs. Fant complimented my hairstyle. After resting a bit in Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!
my room, I called Eric and made arrangements for dinner when I saw that it was almost time. I left at
7:00 pm, so my dad was already home. The moment he saw me coming down the stairs looking brand
new, he too looked stunned. “You are getting more and more beautiful, Lily!” Then, he asked, “Who’s
your date that you’re all glam?”
Off to the side, my mother scolded, “You are getting more and more controlling as you get older that
you are even asking your daughter who her boyfriend is. You thought she was still underage?”
Taking advantage of their quarrels, I quickly escaped. The place I chose for dinner today was a western
restaurant. This restaurant was the best western restaurant in Riverdale; not only was the ambiance
excellent, but the food was delicious too. My favorite food was the steak with caviar at this
restaurant. Of course, that’s not why I chose Western food. Since he was asking Eric out to dinner, he
needed to show some sincerity. I didn’t know what he preferred, so I assumed he loved western food,
considering he’s lived in Europe since he was young.
I waited about 15 minutes after arriving at the western restaurant before Eric arrived late, led by a
waiter. I don’t know if I’m just seeing things, but somehow it seems this server is much more respectful
of Eric Walker than it is of me. He was momentarily taken aback when he saw me, but quickly
recovered and sat up. The server then respectfully handed him the menu. “What would you like to eat,
President Walker?” I asked.
“Anything.”
There isn’t a dish called nothing at this restaurant, I grumbled inwardly, even as I said, “This
restaurant’s caviar is delicious. The steak and lamb chop are also good. Also, the seafood chowder
tastes great-
“You decide, since you are so familiar with the place.” When Eric said that, I somehow felt like he was
making fun of me.
Maybe it’s just because of my familiarity with the food here, therefore I didn’t dwell on it. Since he’s
asking me to decide, I’ll decide for him this time. Then I ordered caviar salad, seafood soup and
escargot, while the main course was steak with truffles and foie gras. After ordering food, I asked him,
“What kind of red wine would you like, President Walker?”
Looking at me, he smiled. “Château Lafite-Rothschild 1982.”
This guy is really relentless for making me spend over 100K on a single meal. My heart squeezed. I
should have gone for oriental food. But if he wants to bankrupt me like that, he would still order this
wine even if we went to a fancy oriental restaurant. So it wouldn’t make much difference. As that
thought came to me, I got over it.
As Eric slowly placed the napkin in his lap, he suddenly blurted out, “Your hairstyle looks awful today!”
I looked at him in astonishment, but he didn’t seem to be kidding, as there wasn’t even a hint of a smile
on his face. Discontent flooded me. “This is bad?”
“Maybe others think it’s beautiful, but I think it’s ugly. Why did you perm your hair for no good reason?”