When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1939 To Royale Club

Chelsea turned to Magnus, surprised. "I thought I was paying?"

His expression was warm and gentlemanly. "It's our first meal together. How could

I possibly let a lady pay?"

"But..." Chelsea hesitated, about to insist, but Magnus cut her off with a grin. "Next time, you can treat me. How about that?"

Magnus knew well enough that someone like Chelsea wouldn't try to take advantage of him.

As expected, Chelsea smiled and nodded, "All right, next time, I'll definitely pick up the bill."

"Sounds good." Magnus nodded in agreement.

That promise gave him another opportunity to connect with her. Chelsea,

however, didn't read into it the way he did. Perhaps because first impressions are so lasting, she had no reservations about him at all.

The two of them went to the opera. Magnus had no real interest in it, but he kept his thoughts to himself, settling quietly beside Chelsea.

By the time the performance ended, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Chelsea considered Magnus a friend by now, so she couldn't help but share what Allen had said the night before.

As a man himself, Magnus knew what Allen was thinking. He furrowed his brow. "Chelsea, don't let him manipulate you."

"Huh? What do you mean?" she asked, confused.

"He's trying to guilt-trip you," Magnus said, his tone serious. "He's placing all the blame for his divorce on you. This guy is way too manipulative."

He was certain Allen had developed feelings for Chelsea, and before long, he would try to pursue her. The thought of it made Magnus uneasy.noveldrama

With the mounting debt he was drowning in, there was no way he could compete with a man like Allen. Allen was experienced in running a business, with family connections that far outweighed anything Magnus could offer.

"I hadn't even thought of that until you brought it up," Chelsea murmured. "I was up all night thinking about it. I can't shake the guilt. As if I'm the one who ruined their marriage."

"You're too kind-hearted, and he's taking advantage of that," Magnus said.

Chelsea lifted her gaze to the pitch-black sky. "People really are unpredictable."

Sensing an opportunity, Magnus offered, "How about we get some late-night snacks? Might lift your mood a little."

Chelsea hesitated. It was late, and being alone with Magnus made her feel a bit uneasy.

But then he added with a grin, "Didn't you say you'd treat me next time? So tonight's on you."

After hearing that, Chelsea could no longer

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"All right, I'll treat you to a

"Didn't you mention something happened last time you went to the Royale Club? Let's go there. This time I'll be with you," Magnus

suggested with a reassuring smile.

Chelsea, ever trusting and sincere, had already confided quite a bit in Magnus despite not knowing him for long.

"All right," she agreed without a second thought.

At that hour, the Royale Club was relatively quiet.

Chelsea and Magnus found a spot to sit, and soon, an array of beverages was brought to their table.

"Take a look. All these are not heavy," Magnus said, gesturing toward the drinks.

"Yeah," Chelsea replied with a nod.

The truth was, during her years abroad, Chelsea had always been carefully shielded.

Her parents enforced strict rules. She had to be home by nine and was strictly forbidden from attending late-night gatherings or parties.

Now that she was back, she longed to break free from those constraints and explore the parts of life she had once been kept from.

She took a sip from a glass of delicately mixed liquor. It carried a

trace

of alcohol. It tasted pleasant.

subtle sweetness, with be

"This tastes really good."

"If you like it, have some more," Magnus encouraged.

Though the drinks weren't particularly strong, consuming too many could still catch up to someone, especially someone like Chelsea.