Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 991

Chapter 991: The death of these men’s romance

Meanwhile, the dating saga of the Bennet men continued.

Slater’s eyes sharpened, fluttering his eyelashes at the woman in front of him. By the looks of it, he was sitting across from his nemesis — even though he never had a nemesis, according to him. He was too pretty to have a nemesis.

The woman seated across from him couldn’t help but gulp nervously. Her trembling hand reached for the glass of water near her, turning to the side as she took a sip. From her point of view, she felt suffocated by Slater’s aura.

’What is wrong with him?!’ she wondered to herself, almost on the brink of crying as she peeked at him. ’Why is he glaring daggers at me?! Did I say something wrong? But all I said was hello!’

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Meanwhile, in the same restaurant but at a different table...

Hugo was cupping his face, smiling from ear to ear. His elbows were resting on the table, his eyes sparkling. His date, on the other hand, tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Ahem!" The woman cleared her throat and flashed him a delicate smile. "You’ve got a great smile."

"Thanks."

"..." She pursed her lips, raising her brows as he continued to smile at her. She opened her mouth, only to shut it again. ’What am I going to ask him now?’

Ever since she came, Hugo had been in this same position, smiling brightly. The problem was that she often initiated the conversation. It wouldn’t have been a problem if only Hugo left some room for the conversation to continue. But alas, Hugo would just answer and then leave it at that.

How was she supposed to have a conversation?

"Hey," Hugo whistled, making her brows rise. "Would you mind if I asked what you do for a living?"

"Excuse me?"

"All my dates earlier had good careers. There was a doctor, a CEO of a company, someone who works in their family business, and so on," he explained in a knowing tone. "What about you?"

"Oh." The woman opened and closed her mouth, a little astounded that she was being asked this. How could she not be? Wasn’t it normal for the woman to ask the man this question and not the other way around?

Even so, the woman cleared her throat and smiled. "Nothing..." she trailed off when the smile on his face quickly faded. "I’m still trying to figure out... life."

"Does that mean you’re broke too?"

"Excuse me, what?"

"Well, that’s a lot of work," Hugo said while scratching his ear with his pinky. After a satisfying scratch, Hugo pulled his pinky out of his ear and blew the top of it.

The woman flinched when she saw something fly out of Hugo’s pinky. ’Is that an... ear wax?’

"Well, I guess birds of the same feather flock together!" Hugo grinned. "Our fridge might be empty, but at least I have a motorcycle!"

"..."

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At the same time...

"Honeymoon?"

"Huh?"

"I’m asking you where you want to spend your honeymoon," Atlas repeated indifferently, his knuckles propped on his jaw. He slowly snapped his eyes at the woman seated across from him. "Time’s up. How many kids do you want?" _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}