Free Web NovelChapter 207: Are You Stalking Me?
"That’s the standard answer from beautiful women," teased the stranger as he remained where he was. His smile did not relax as he took the seat beside Wendy.
With a rose in hand, he reached it towards Wendy, "A beautiful flower for a pretty lady."
With such a tacky pick-up line, Wendy flinched as her brows furrowed. She directly pointed out, "With so many empty seats around, please take another seat elsewhere. This one is reserved."
"Ouch, prickly little flower, I see. That makes me even more interested... " The man continued wearing a greasy smile. Seeing how Wendy did not take the flower from him, he stood up and forcefully pushed the flower into her hand.
Wendy was shocked at the man’s actions.
The rose in her hand turned her off so much, she threw it back at the man.
Infuriated, Wendy warned, "Behave yourself, or I’m calling the police."
As the man leaned his hand against the table to get up, Wendy’s cup toppled over, and warm coffee splashed all over Wendy.
The warm coffee left her feeling uncomfortable, so Wendy instinctively picked up a napkin on the table to wipe the coffee from her thigh.
However, the man had responded even more quickly and used his hand to directly sweep the coffee from her body, as he said, "I’m so sorry, Miss... "
This alarmed Wendy further as she retreated hurriedly from the man.
"Waiter! Waiter!" Wendy screamed for the cafe staff as she picked up her cellphone, freēwēbnovel.com
ready to call for the police.
"Wendy... " Winnie had just stepped in and saw Wendy with a man. Pointing at the man, she questioned, "And you are?"
"I don’t know him!" Wendy asserted angrily. "I was about to call the police."
Seeing that Wendy was actually trying to call the police, the man retreated, waving both hands in surrender, "Don’t call the police, I’m leaving now."
At this, he left without turning to look back again.
"What happened here?" asked Winnie with a look of astonishment. "Weren’t you waiting for me here? Why did someone else show up?"
Wendy explained, "I was waiting here for you, Winnie, but a random stranger showed up. The coffee I had ordered is now all over my dress, no thanks to him."
Looking at her ruined skirt, Wendy spoke in a more apologetic tone, "Winnie, seeing how things are right now, I’m not in a good state to accompany you on your stroll. Let’s reschedule, shall we?" freewebnovel.cσ๓
"Well," Winnie looked at Wendy’s dress with a look of pity, "Okay then, let’s not reschedule it too far. How about tomorrow? After all, I’m always at home with nothing to do. I hear that your body isn’t in such good condition either. You should rest a little more and join me on more walks instead of working so hard."
Wendy did have nothing to do at home since Zess was always keeping an eye on her.
Moreover, with her ruined dress, it was uncomfortable for her to walk around in it.
With that, Wendy nodded and agreed, "Okay, I’ll be sure to give you my full attention when we walk around tomorrow, Winnie."
Satisfied, Winnie nodded and wore a look of concern as she asked, "What about your legs? Did you get scalded?"
"No, it’s fine; the coffee wasn’t that hot when it spilled on me," answered Wendy.
"That’s a relief. Let’s meet tomorrow then," Winnie put on her sunglasses and turned to leave.
Wendy watched as Winnie’s chauffeur opened the door for her, and Winnie stepped into her car. After that, Wendy walked towards the car park and drove off.
On the way home, Wendy sighed heavily.
What luck! It was the first time she had a date with her mother-in-law, and it was on a day that she would have such an encounter.
On the other hand, where Wendy was not watching, Winnie made a call...
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The next day, Wendy waited at Mont Bleu Cafe again.
It was a relief that she did not meet any weirdos this time.
However, despite waiting for a long while, Winnie did not show up.
Wendy checked the time - it was already two-thirty.
She did not want to urge Winnie, but if she were to show up any later, they would not have much time to shop.
Wendy picked up her phone and called Winnie.
The phone rang for quite a while before the call got through, "Hello, Winnie?"
"Oh, Wendy... " Winnie’s voice sounded like she had just woken up. Shortly after that, she sounded quite surprised, "Oh my, it’s already past two o’clock! I’m so sorry, I overslept. I was a little sleepy earlier in the afternoon, so I took a nap. I didn’t realize that I would be asleep till now!"
"No worries, would you still like to walk around today? Otherwise, we could reschedule," Wendy responded.
"Let’s not reschedule. We still have some time today. I even made an appointment at the beauty salon," explained Winnie. "I’ll get up now."
"Okay, then. Should I still wait for you at the cafe?"
"Have you had lunch?" Winnie, at that point, was not napping at all. She was lounging on her sofa, holding a fruit speared by a fork in hand, and her eyes glistened with glee.
"I had lunch before I came out. Have you not eaten?" Wendy no longer wanted to spend time with Winnie and would have preferred that Winnie rescheduled.
Unfortunately, that was not the answer she got from Winnie.
"Can you help me pack some food from the Lars Hotel? I love the flavors that come from their kitchen. I’ll text you my order in a bit. After that, you can directly meet me at the beauty salon. I’ll take about half an hour to be there," instructed Winnie.
"Is that okay?"
After all that Winnie had said, Wendy nodded as she could not turn her down.
Anyway, ordering some takeout wasn’t a difficult task.
With that, Wendy agreed.
When she hung up the call, Wendy routed herself to the Lars Hotel.
It was a good thing that the hotel was not a far distance off. Wendy arrived after a short drive.
After parking her car, Wendy entered the hotel.
In such five-star hotels, there is usually a dedicated floor for the restaurants.
Sometimes, these spanned across a few levels.
As Wendy was not familiar with the place, she intended to ask the receptionist where the restaurant was located.
"Hello, may I know what floor the restaurant here is on?" asked Wendy.
"Which floor is the restaurant on?"
Wendy heard another voice asking about the restaurant. She turned to look.
As she laid her eyes on the other person’s face, her face fell as Wendy scowled.
"Are you stalking me?" Wendy asked as she gripped tightly onto her purse and pulled out her cellphone, ready to call the police.
This was the same man from yesterday who tried to hit on her.
Wendy did not think too much of the matter yesterday, but for them to have met again today, something was not right about it.
"No, no!" The man’s face paled as he hurriedly tried to explain, "I’m here to meet a friend."
But that was not enough to erase the look of suspicion on Wendy’s face.
Seeing the doubt in Wendy’s expression, the man’s panic eased into a laugh as he said, "Well, but for us to be able to meet under such circumstances, it must be fate, don’t you think? Shall we grab some coffee together?"
"No, thank you," Wendy responded curtly, not wanting to bother with the man any further. She turned to the reception desk and repeated her question, "Which floor is it?"
"The eighth floor," the receptionist politely gestured to Wendy. "Please use the lift on that side."
When she got the answer she wanted, Wendy made a beeline for the lift.
The man followed behind and entered the lift with her.
Seeing him enter, Wendy tried to leave, but the lift doors were now closed.
