CHAPTER 598: CHAPTER 598: FINDING A GOOD MAN TO DATE REALLY WORKS

Next door, Connor isn’t so lucky.

He took off his wet clothes, showered, and lay on the bed, pulling out that photo.

The photo was slightly wet, so he used a tissue to wipe it dry, staring blankly at the woman in the picture.

She’s very beautiful.

Her hair seems to have extensions, transformed into long, flowing locks.

She’s wearing makeup, her eyes bright and teeth white, in a fiery red long dress with the hem swirling, set against a backdrop of a chaotic street scene, making her look strikingly cold and stunning, otherworldly.

Connor had never seen her in such vibrant colors, nor seen her so radiant and with such an overwhelming presence.

He’s a bit annoyed; who is she dressing up like this for?

This cold yet dazzling, pure yet alluring look, what man can resist it?

Alexander said she’s about to become another man’s woman, what’s the meaning of that? Is she going to marry?

So before she leaves, she insists on sleeping with him, giving him her first time?

Connor felt a fire burning inside!

She might as well just anger him to death!

His first girlfriend ran off to get married, and now the second one comes!

What is it, is he a professional green hat wearer or something?

But Alexander also said she might have left because she was forced to, with his life as the leverage.

Does she actually like him that much, choosing to sacrifice herself for his life?

Does she really like him that much?

Probably not, right?

Possibly, maybe, perhaps... she does?

Connor’s heart is sometimes soaked in sweet syrup, sometimes placed on flames, sweet at one moment and painful the next, torturing him to the brink of madness.

...

In the small town

Time flows by

Clear courage

Cleansed memories

I remember you

Living proudly

Ho ho ho ho ho...

Natalie listens to the song, a slight smile appearing at the corner of her lips.

Every time she listens to "Rocky Balboa," the cold, handsome face of Harry Hunter appears in her mind because of all the ’Ho ho ho’s in it.

But not recently.

In the past, her brother told her to find a good man to fall in love with; that way, she’d forget Harry Hunter.

She didn’t believe it.

She thought she’d never forget, as Harry Hunter had etched an indelible mark in her memories, like a celestial being, like a sharp blade.

Now she believes.

Finding a good man is indeed effective!

Even listening to all these ’Ho ho ho’s, she hasn’t thought of Harry Hunter’s face.

She looked at Connor’s photo on her phone, the smile at the corner of her lips deepening.

Very handsome indeed!

The dark blue shirt suits him well!

The angle of a straight man’s selfie is hard to describe, but his features are so pronounced, his eyes so deep, carrying a dark blue glow, making him look charming even at a death-defying angle.

Why doesn’t he imitate Harry Hunter’s fashion sense anymore?

He certainly isn’t adept at styling himself.

Such a tasteful color must have been chosen by a woman.

There aren’t many women with taste around him.

Not Cora Ginger.

Nor would it be Blake Chester trying to recruit him as a son-in-law.

Definitely not the foolish Grace Watt.

It’s Isabella Weaver.

It only took Natalie a minute to guess who was responsible for Connor’s sudden surge in taste.

However, it surely wasn’t personally chosen by Isabella Weaver; Harry Hunter is far too petty to let his own wife pick clothes for Connor.

Isabella Weaver must have given suggestions, and Connor bought them himself.

After buying them, he specifically grabbed Little Black to take a photo for her to see.

Missing her?

Natalie was in a good mood.

She didn’t even mind that Lucas Chambers hadn’t replied to her confidential emails.

The troops still don’t trust her.

The deaths of those twenty-nine elites are still blamed on her!

Natalie laughed coldly!