Chapter 11:
“Go ahead. As long as I can answer, I will,” Hank replied, smiling and revealing two rows of white teeth.
Do you own real estate? I glanced at him. People who could afford to buy a house in this city were typically from wealthy families or had very high salaries. It was actually very difficult to buy a house in the city on a professor’s salary.
I guessed he probably didn’t have a house, so I deliberately asked him something that might be difficult to answer.
This question made Hank smile.
“I’m living in a one-hundred-square-meter apartment,” he said.
I was stunned, thinking, It must be a property in a particularly bad location or with a very poor environment.
I immediately asked, “Do you have a Mercedes?”
Hank’s smile deepened.
“My car is a Land Rover now. If you like Mercedes, I can change it,” he said.
I was stunned again. In an attempt to disarm him, I continued, “My salary isn’t high, and my temper isn’t great.”
“It doesn’t matter. Girls will have bad tempers. I can understand,” Hank replied gently.
I hadn’t achieved my goal of driving him away, so I patted the table and said, “Are you sick? You have a big house, a good car, you’re handsome, and you’re a university professor. Why would you choose a woman like me?”
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“What’s wrong with you?” Hank asked, still smiling.
“When I was very young, my father ran away with another woman. I’m from a single-parent household. Now my mother and sister rely on me. My ex-boyfriend said I’m not gentle or feminine. He went abroad with a rich girl,” I said.
“Anything else?” Hank asked, still smiling.
“No,” I replied.
I lowered my head and drank my juice, feeling that I had exposed all my shortcomings. Why hadn’t he retreated?
“You are the most special girl I have ever met. In fact, I hate blind dates, but I don’t really enjoy making friends either. You won’t mind us being just ordinary friends, will you?”
Finally, Hank handed me a business card.
Friends?
When Hank said this, all my previous wariness melted away. It didn’t matter if we were just ordinary friends. I took the business card and began eating and chatting with him.
I didn’t expect our conversation to be so pleasant.
I didn’t hate Hank at all. In fact, I thought it would be great to have him as a friend.
After dinner, Hank insisted on taking me home, and I didn’t refuse. I stood at the entrance of the restaurant, waiting for him to bring the car from the parking lot.
“Bella?”
Suddenly, someone called me from behind.
I turned around and was surprised to see my superior, Gary Ackerman.
“Manager, are you here for dinner too?” I asked, still surprised.
Just then, I saw Herbert and a male businessman walking out of the restaurant.
