CHAPTER 285: CHAPTER 285: I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I AM PURSUING YOU...

A single sentence woke the dreamer, and the group of women suddenly snapped back to reality, "Yes, yes, quickly take photos, that way we can indulge our eyes any time!"

...

The female colleagues kept screaming.

"Silly romantics, such a group of silly romantics!" Serena Sterling thought disdainfully.

She followed everyone’s gaze towards the man, growing even more disdainful in her heart, "Tsk, is he really that handsome?!"

At the same time Serena was grumbling internally, Malcom Moore saw her exiting the company.

He left the car he’d been leaning against, suavely opened the car door, and took out a bouquet of vibrant red roses.

Seeing the man’s actions, Serena suddenly had a bad feeling.

She quickly lowered her head and hurried off, muttering to herself, "Please don’t let him be coming for me! Please, no..."

But things didn’t go as she wished.

With a polite smile, Malcom said to the women surrounding him, "Excuse me, please make way."

The love-struck women surrounding Malcom immediately cleared a path for him.

"Thank you!" Malcom smiled and walked out of the circle.

He directly blocked Serena’s path and gently said, "Luna, I’m here to pick you up."

As he spoke, Malcom handed the bright flowers to Serena, "These are for you. Do you like them?"

Everyone’s eyes instantly focused on Serena’s face.

Being watched like that, Serena’s face turned red at once.

"This playboy just loves showing off!" Serena muttered in her heart, wondering whether to ignore Malcom and walk away.

But the resentment from the love-struck women was too intense, as if ignoring Malcom would be an unforgivable crime.

She didn’t want to be killed by their stares.

So, under everyone’s gaze, Serena quickly took the flowers from Malcom’s hands and dashed into the car.

Malcom’s mouth lifted in a soft smile towards everyone.

Then, he got into the sports car and drove away from there.

The sports car sped away, and the people behind started screaming again.

"Ah! How can Young Master Morris be so gentlemanly!"

"If only I could be like Designer Sterling and win the favor of Young Master Morris, that would be wonderful!"

"You’ll get a chance, after all, Young Master Morris changes girlfriends pretty quickly! Get close to Designer Sterling, maybe one day Young Master Morris will notice you!"

...

The protagonist, envied and talked about by everyone, was taken by Malcom Moore to a restaurant for dinner.

Serena looked at Malcom and directly said, "Young Master Morris, can you please stop making such a spectacle at my company in the future? No, you should never come to my company again! If you keep doing this, people will misunderstand and think something’s going on between us!"

"Misunderstand? I don’t think they’re misunderstanding anything?" Malcom raised an eyebrow and said defiantly, "I wanted them to see, besides, I’m seriously pursuing you."

Serena remained indifferent, "Yeah right, a playboy like you with a three-minute passion, I’m better off not getting involved."

"Luna, you don’t even know me, how can you say I have a three-minute passion? Maybe I can be very committed?"

Without waiting for Serena’s response, Malcom continued, "Luna, you’re prejudiced against me."

With an indifferent look, Serena said, "Maybe."

So what if she’s biased against him?

It’s all because of his own actions.

Who told him to keep flirting with girls all the time!

Initially, after listening to Melody and her mom, she thought about trying to get along with this playboy for a while.

But just thinking about the scene earlier made Serena feel a shiver of revulsion.

Dating such a popular playboy? No, thanks, she wanted to live a few more years.

But being friends, she didn’t have a problem with that.

With serious eyes, Malcom looked at Serena, "Luna, if you are the right one, I can be committed for a lifetime. If you don’t believe it, you can try and see if my passion for you will last a lifetime."

Serena laughed, "No need, that’s too risky."

Malcom disagreed.

He looked at Serena and asked, "Luna, haven’t you heard the saying?"

Serena looked at Malcom and asked, "What saying?"

Looking at Serena, Malcom said these six words, "High risk, high reward!"

At that moment, the waiter brought their dinner over, "Sir, Miss, your dinner is ready, please enjoy."

"Mm." Malcom nodded, "You can leave now, I’ll call you if needed."

After the waiter left, Malcom looked at Serena with tender eyes and continued, "Luna, actually, I’m a high-quality stock. Though I may look dangerous on the outside, I’m very safe and can bring you high rewards."

"Hahaha..." Serena couldn’t help but laugh.

She looked at Malcom, smilingly asked, "Young Master Morris, is it really okay to praise yourself like that?"

"What’s wrong with that? I’m just being truthful." Malcom said, picking up the knife and fork and gracefully carving the steak in front of him.

His fingers were long and slender, the kind people often associate with pianists.

As he held the knife in one hand and the fork in the other, slowly cutting the steak, his actions were very appealing.

Even though Serena wasn’t a hand fetishist, she couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

Malcom’s mouth twitched slightly, choosing not to point it out, and continued slicing the steak.

After cutting the entire steak into evenly sized pieces, Malcom looked up at Serena, "Give me your steak!"

Serena was stunned, "What for?"

"Don’t worry, I won’t take any from you." Malcom smiled indulgently, reaching out to take her steak.

He then placed the steak he had cut in front of Serena, looking at her softly, "Here, enjoy."

Serena was dumbfounded.

So, he was cutting the steak for her earlier?

Seeing Serena not moving, Malcom gave a mischievous smile, "What? Not eating?"

Serena was a foodie by nature.

With a ready-made feast, how could she possibly refuse?

She grabbed a fork, stabbed a piece of steak, and put it in her mouth, "Eat! Since Young Master Morris already cut it for me, how could I waste your kindness?"

...

Half an hour later, the two came out of the restaurant.

Malcom looked at Serena, "Let’s go, I’ll take you to a place."

With that, he bundled Serena into the car.

Serena: "..."

Shouldn’t he be sending her home?

Where was he planning to take her now?