Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!

Chapter 1154: Chapter 1154: I Trust My Judgment

"Mr. Sutton..." Janelle Tollman put down her glass, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

"Hm?" Arthur Sutton looked up at her, his gaze as gentle as the moonlight.

Janelle pressed her lips together, started to speak but stopped, then fell silent again.

Arthur could tell she had something on her mind, so he reassured her, saying, "Did something happen?"

"No." Janelle shook her head in a hurry, took a deep breath, then looked up at him and asked, "...I just wanted to ask, do you have any plans to get married right now?"

Arthur’s whole body went stiff. The hand holding the glass paused; instead of lifting it to his lips, he set it back down on the table and looked at Janelle with a probing gaze.

Because he didn’t know what her question implied. He felt a little excited, yet was afraid he might be reading too much into it.

After thinking for a moment, he put on a relaxed front and answered with a hint of self-mockery, "You know my mom’s been on my case about getting married..."

After a brief pause, he added, "If you’re ready, I’m good to go anytime."

That line soothed Janelle to a certain extent, but it also made her heart beat even faster. The blush on her face no longer seemed to be just from the alcohol.

Arthur watched her quietly. He didn’t press her, simply waited patiently for her answer.

Janelle picked up the beer at her side and took another sip before saying, "I’ve thought it over seriously, and I talked it through with my mom yesterday too. I think... I want to give it a try with you."

Arthur let out a relieved smile; it was obvious he had just exhaled a long-held breath.

In fact, before Janelle clearly agreed to him, he’d been uneasy.

Because to Janelle and the child, he was more or less an intruder, an uncertain factor in an originally steady life. And besides, he and Janelle didn’t have any emotional foundation to begin with, so he’d always been very worried that Janelle wouldn’t accept him.

"...How about we spend some time as a couple first? After all, you still don’t really know me. What you usually see is mostly me at work. In private, I actually have a lot of flaws. I’m afraid when the time comes you’ll..."

Before Janelle could finish, Arthur cut in, half joking as he said, "I trust my own taste."

Janelle couldn’t help laughing, and the tension in her heart eased a little, though her face was still awkward; she couldn’t switch roles that quickly.

Arthur turned the end of the freshly served skewer of grilled meat toward Janelle so it would be easier for her to take, then asked casually, "...So you actually didn’t come here to meet some friend? You just came to talk to me about this?"

The hand Janelle used to take the skewer suddenly froze. Her eyes flickered guiltily, and her explanation came out a bit stammered: "N-no, that’s not it. I do have a friend I met when I worked at the perfume company. But I really had planned to tell you this when you got back from your business trip. I just didn’t expect to run into you here, so I said it a bit earlier, that’s all..."

After she finished explaining, she sneaked a glance at Arthur’s reaction, as if to see whether he believed what she’d said.

Arthur only looked at her with a faint smile, as if he’d already seen right through her intentions but was deliberately choosing not to call her out.

That made it even harder for Janelle to meet his eyes. She awkwardly changed the subject, saying, "This plate of grilled meat tastes better than the last one. Try it."

Arthur reached out to take the skewer she handed over, chuckling lightly as he said, "Yeah? If it’s good, I’ll order another plate."

When he took the skewer from her hand, his hand was very clearly, deliberately close to hers. That faint, almost nonexistent touch only made things more unsettling.

Janelle, cheeks burning, quickly pulled her hand back and lowered her head, saying, "...No need, once we finish these, that’s about enough."