Free Web NovelChapter 69: Chapter 69: Willow Quincy Has Someone He Likes
"...I’m fine."
Willow Quincy’s deep voice finally sounded after several seconds.
"Willow, are you not feeling well?" the woman asked, a little worried about Willow Quincy’s condition.
Willow Quincy’s reply was cold. "No."
Hearing the noise, a waiter quickly trotted over with cleaning supplies. Willow Quincy stood up from his chair, giving the waiter room to clean.
"Mr. Quincy, I’ve brought you a new set of cutlery." After cleaning up, the waiter brought a brand-new set of cutlery for Willow Quincy.
Willow Quincy: "Thank you."
The waiter smiled and stepped back. "You’re welcome."
"..."
Thanks to this little interruption, Felix Preston’s nagging finally stopped. He raised an eyebrow at Sonia Quincy, a teasing smile in his eyes.
Sonia Quincy, however, had tilted her head, her expression focused as she listened intently to something.
"Sonia?" Felix Preston called out to her softly, his curiosity piqued.
"Come here." Sonia Quincy lowered her voice and beckoned to Felix Preston with her finger.
Felix Preston didn’t understand why, but he obediently switched seats and sat down next to Sonia Quincy.
"What’s wrong?" He turned his head to look at Sonia Quincy, unconsciously lowering his own voice as well.
"Shhh—" Sonia Quincy pressed a finger to her lips, signaling for him to keep quiet. "It sounds like there’s some gossip next door. Let’s eavesdrop."
Gossip...
Felix Preston’s brow furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with confusion.
Sonia Quincy moved his bowl and chopsticks over, placed a piece of steak on his plate, and then her voice suddenly returned to normal. "Let’s eat."
Felix Preston: "...Alright."
"Willow, are you satisfied with me?"
the woman on the other side of the screen suddenly asked.
Hearing this, Sonia Quincy’s movement of picking up food with her chopsticks immediately froze, and she instinctively turned to look at Felix Preston.
Felix Preston had heard it too. He had already looked over before Sonia Quincy turned to him.
Their eyes met in a silent exchange, both pairs hiding a thirst for gossip and suppressed laughter.
"You’re alright," Willow Quincy’s sharp, cold voice replied after a long pause.
The woman asked again, "’Alright’? What does that mean? Are you a little satisfied, or a little dissatisfied?"
Willow Quincy’s reply was perfunctory. "Is there a difference?"
"Of course there is." The woman’s tone was very firm. "Willow, our elders set us up for this meal. To be blunt, this is a blind date. The purpose of a blind date is marriage. Since we’ve met and talked, we should be considering if we’re compatible or not."
"A blind date..." Sonia Quincy mouthed the two words, an expression on her face like she was watching a good show.
Felix Preston put a crispy beef patty on her plate and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Eat while you eavesdrop."
Sonia Quincy nodded. "Okay..."
"We’ve only just met once. We can’t talk about compatibility yet," Willow Quincy mused for a long time before giving such an ambiguous answer.
The woman: "That’s why I’m asking if you’re satisfied with me. If you are, we can continue to see where things go and slowly discuss whether we’re compatible. If you’re not, then let’s end it here and not waste each other’s time."
"...I’m not satisfied." Willow Quincy’s answer was simple but decisive.
"Why?" The woman’s tone changed in an instant, the hint of a smile in her voice vanishing completely. "Why aren’t you satisfied with me? Am I not pretty enough, or is my behavior not to your liking?"
Willow Quincy: "I’m not satisfied, and that’s that. There’s no reason."
The woman: "But I’m very satisfied with you! I want to keep seeing you!"
CLACK!
Willow Quincy slammed his glass down on the table. "Then you can want all you like."
"You..." The woman was so angry she was speechless.
He shifted his chair, seeming to move a little farther from the table. "I only agreed to come out to eat with you to appease our elders. I’m not interested in blind dates, and I’m not interested in getting married. Find someone else."
"Not interested in getting married?" The woman let out a cold laugh. "Mr. Quincy, you’re already thirty-two. If you’re not interested in getting married soon, it’ll be too late."
Willow Quincy: "That’s none of your concern."
"..." The woman was silent for a moment, then asked with a smirk, "Mr. Quincy, are you really not interested in marriage, or do you already have someone you like, and that’s why you don’t want to marry me?"
Willow Quincy froze for a second. This time, his answer was suddenly very honest.
"I already have someone I like."
"..." Felix Preston’s motion of drinking water froze. From behind his glasses, his downcast eyes snapped up, his gaze icy and grim.
"Oh my god..." Sonia, at his side, was still engrossed in the gossip. "Which poor girl was unlucky enough to be liked by him? Tsk, what a disaster..."
"Right, Felix Preston?"
"...Yes." Felix Preston gave a slight smile. He set down his glass of juice before it could even touch his lips.
He picked up the chopsticks beside his bowl, the veins on the back of his hand flexing powerfully with the movement. Perhaps because he was using too much force, the blue veins on his hand bulged prominently.
"I’m full."
After finishing the last piece of beef in her bowl, Sonia Quincy put down her chopsticks and patted her full, round stomach with satisfaction.
Seeing that she had finished her juice, Felix Preston passed his own to her. "Have some."
She obediently hummed an "mhm" and took the juice, gulping down several large mouthfuls.
"No more." She was stuffed and couldn’t finish the rest of the juice, so she just handed it back to Felix Preston.
Felix Preston smiled indulgently. He placed his lips on the same spot on the glass that Sonia Quincy’s had just touched and drank the rest of the juice in one go.
"Let’s go." He picked up Sonia Quincy’s bag and phone, skillfully taking her hand with his other and leading her to the cashier to pay the bill.
"Mr. Preston, the bill for your table has already been paid," the waiter said, printing out the receipt and handing it to Felix Preston with both hands.
Felix Preston looked at the total on the receipt, his brow instantly tightening. "Who paid it?"
The waiter: "Mr. Quincy from the table next to you. He said he knows your wife and paid your bill when he was ordering earlier."
"Oh, right. He also left a message for me to pass on to your wife."
Sonia Quincy’s face darkened. "What kind of bullshit did he leave?"
The waiter took out their phone, opened the notes app, and read the contents aloud: "Mr. Quincy said, ’Pregnancy is hard. It’s not easy for you to have the money to eat a good meal out, so don’t be afraid to order because you’re short on cash. Eat whatever you want. I’ve paid more than enough.’"
"...He’s sick in the head." It was the first time Sonia Quincy had ever been so angry she laughed.
She took out her phone and asked the waiter in a foul tone, "Can you make change for a digital payment here?"
The waiter: "Yes, we can."
Sonia Quincy opened Alipay and scanned the restaurant’s QR code to pay for their meal.
"Please give me this amount in cash."
The waiter: "One moment, please."
"Sonia, what are you planning to do?" Felix Preston smoothed Sonia Quincy’s furrowed brow, not losing his composure over Willow Quincy’s insult.
Sonia Quincy was too furious to speak.
When the waiter handed her the cash, she snatched it directly from their hand, turned, and strode toward Willow Quincy’s table.
SLAP!
She didn’t hesitate or give any warning. With a flick of her wrist, she viciously threw the cash at Willow Quincy.
"Get lost!"
