Chapter 121: Chapter 121

Chapter 121 Not Interested “Stop right there, Finnegan!”

After leaving the courtyard. Finnegan was about to head home.

However, just as he reached the Wright residence’s entrance, Romona caught up to him.

Seeing that, Stephen tactfully said, “See you another time, Finnegan.”

“All right.”

Once Stephen was gone, Romona stormed over to Finnegan.

Staring at Romona, who was dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of tight jeans that made her look as pretty as always, Finnegan said, “Anything I can help you with?”

“What do you think?”

Romona was biting on her lower lip so hard she nearly broke through the skin.

She knew that she had lost, and she was ready to honor her promise.

It was then Finnegan realized what was going on. “You’re rather trustworthy, but-”

Before he could finish his sentence, his phone rang. It was a call from Bernice.

Finnegan quickly picked up the call and walked to the side. “Miss me, Darling?”

Romona gritted her teeth in resentment, thinking, How dare this jerk ignore me?

“No way! You never call me anyway,” Bernice commented with a huff, though there was no hint of anger in her voice.

Finnegan chuckled. “How can I possibly not miss you? If I’m missing you so much without calling you, then I’m scared that I’ll miss you even more if I hear your voice. Sleep will elude me, and food will taste like wax to me if I miss you so, so much.”

At the side, Romona scoffed and cursed under her breath, “What a douchebag. He only knows how to sweet talk others.”

“Why are you so charming to me every day?” Bernice whined. “Still, I believe you. Let’s have dinner together tonight. I’ve booked a table at Blue Sea Hymn.”

It had been days since he had last seen Bernice, and since he had nothing to do now, Finnegan agreed to it.

“Sure, see you later.”

After ending the call, Finnegan began to walk forward, about to hail a cab so that he did not need to summon Alisha over.

*Finnegan, are you ignoring me?” Romona yelled, realizing Finnegan was about to leave without even telling her anything.

1.4 At that. Finnegan smacked his head and said, “Oops, sorry, I nearly forgot about you.”

That made Romona even more furious, and it took her everything to hold herself back from beating him up. “Tell me, how am I supposed to fulfill the bet?”

As a daughter of one of the Five Great Families, Romona was naturally not willing to be a maid to Finnegan, let alone perform a sexy dance for him.

Yet, the proud woman could not bring herself to go back on her words, so she had no choice but to confront reality.

“Forget it. I’m not interested in having a maid like you. Watching you dance will probably blind me, too.

Just remember not to let your emotions get the better of you when interacting with others in the future.”

With a dismissive wave, Finnegan continued his way forward.

He only wanted to teach Romona a lesson; he did not actually want her to fulfill the bet.

Regardless of everything, she was still one of the Quickwoods. It would not be appropriate for her to be his maid or to dance for him.

Romona blinked.

Nonetheless, when she finally registered his words, instead of feeling relieved, she became even angrier. “You’re looking down on me, aren’t you, Finnegan?”

This was something many people dreamed of having, and yet, Finnegan did not hesitate to dismiss it.

It was an attack on Romona’s dignity, and she could not accept it.

The corner of Finnegan’s lips twitched when he heard Romona’s cry of protest. He found himself unable to figure out what in the world went on in her head.

I’m showing you mercy. Why would you think I’m looking down on you? What a weirdo.

Waving his hand again, Finnegan said, “If that’s what you think, so be it. Anyway, I don’t need you to fulfill the bet.”

“Finnegan Larkin, you have no right to look down on me! Stop right there!”

However, by the time Romona reached him, Finnegan was already in a cab, and the cab had driven off.

All Romona could do was stomp in her spot, screeching, “Jerk, you have no right to look down on me!

Just you wait!”

In no time, Finnegan reached the top of a building where Blue Sea Hymn, a restaurant with a three-

hundred-and-sixty view of the city, was located.

“Over here, Finnegan!”

Right as he stepped into the restaurant, Bernice, who had arrived before him, spotted him.

Finnegan looked over, only to frown.

2.4 He had thought Bernice was alone, but as it turned out, Cindy was there too.

Why did she call along Cindy? Doesn’t she know that Cindy’s going to be third-wheeling us?

After inwardly grumbling about the situation, Finnegan walked over to them.

Ignoring Cindy, he took a seat beside Bernice. “Darling, it’s been a few days since I’ve seen you, but become even more beautiful!”

you’ve Bernice’s face turned red, and she shoved Finnegan playfully. “What are you talking about? Cin’s right here!”

At that, he cast a side-eye at Cindy, who did not bother hiding the disdain she felt toward him from her eyes.

Finnegan did not bother putting on a pleasant expression for her either. “How strange. Why would you come along on a date for a couple? Are you trying to sow discord between us?”

Cindy’s expression turned colder. “Finnegan!”

“Finnegan. I was the one who invited Cin.” Bernice quickly explained as she held Finnegan’s hand.

“You’re my boyfriend, and she’s my best friend. I’m hoping that you won’t always be so hostile toward each other. Is that possible?”

Those words were meant for Cindy too.

Finnegan shrugged. “I’m fine in the head and won’t be so petty toward a woman without good reason.”

Cindy scoffed. “And I won’t be so petty toward a man who relies on a woman for a living.”

The atmosphere turned tenser.

A wry smile crept onto Bernice’s lips. “Can the two of you please stop this?”

“Finnegan, Cin’s a really nice woman. Without her, I wouldn’t be able to go through with many of my decisions in the company. Cin, Finnegan isn’t the person you imagine him to be. He works hard and isn’t reliant on others for his lifestyle. I hope I can have your support for my decision.”

On one side was her boyfriend; on the other, her best friend.

Evidently, Bernice did not wish for the two to be in conflict and eventually force her to make a choice between them both.

Finnegan sighed quietly and said, “All right. I’ll listen to you.”

At the same time, he mused, But if she insists on targeting me, I won’t be showing her any mercy.

Naturally, Cindy was not going to change her impression of Finnegan either.

But for Bernice, she nodded and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t talk bad about him around you anymore.”

Knowing that it was impossible to get them to make up so quickly, Bernice sighed and mumbled, “Let’s get the waiter to serve our meals, then.”

3.4 The pre-ordered dishes were brought to the table.

Don’t dirty your hands. I’ll peel them for you.”

When Finnegan saw that Bernice was about to go for the shrimps, he stopped her and took them to peel them for her. In fact, he even prepared two crabs for her.

Bernice was touched by his actions. “Do peel them for Cin too. It’s kind of inelegant for a girl to do this.”

Before Finnegan could say anything about that, Cindy quickly interjected, “I don’t like to eat too much at night, so that’s fine.”

Finnegan took a napkin to wipe his hands. “You’re right. If you keep this up, you’re going to grow larger in a certain area.”

Hearing that, Cindy unconsciously folded her arms before her chest.

She snapped. “Bernie’s right here. Can you mind your eyes and your mouth?”

Finnegan frowned. “It’s not as if I’m lying. That part of you is getting bigger and bigger.”

He had noticed it the first time he saw Cindy at Bernice’s office.

With a flushed face, Bernice nudged Finnegan and said, “Stop it.”

She knew that Cindy hated others pointing out her size the most.

Finnegan shrugged. “Sure, I’ll stop. Here’s a shrimp.”

After glaring at Finnegan, Cindy then put the napkin in front of her to stop Finnegan from sneaking looks at her.

After a while, Bernice stood up and said, “Stay put. I’m going to use the washroom.”

Right as Bernice left, Cindy icily said, “Know your limits, Finnegan. As a man, you should understand this better. Leave Bernie. You’re not a match for her; Mr. Sable is.”

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