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“You have two more minutes to decide.” Thomas had lost all shame.

Theresa was clearly shocked by his shamelessness.

After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, “Time and place.”

Thomas, delighted, quickly told her the details.

In the evening.

Thomas arrived half an hour early and waited earnestly.

Half an hour later, Theresa arrived, her face dark with anger.

“Speak, what is it?” Theresa said coldly.

Thomas couldn’t help but glance at her.

“What are you looking at, haven’t seen a beautiful woman before?” Theresa said expressionlessly.

Thomas cleared his throat. “I’ve seen a few beautiful women. But I’ve never seen Miss Austin quite so… unique. Your mother described you to my mother as gentle, considerate, introverted, and mild. After meeting a few times… I feel that your mother’s description was somewhat off. It seems I’ll need to check with her again after dinner

today.”

Theresa’s expression went through several changes, then she spoke softly, “Mr. Smith. It was all a

misunderstanding just now. I apologize, I was in a bad mood because of work, and I shouldn’t have brought that to you. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course, I can. But, I have a condition,” Thomas said.

Theresa immediately got angry. “Thomas, don’t push your luck!”

Thomas sighed deeply, “Ah, I wonder what your mother would think if she knew that her obedient daughter actually has such a fiery temper.”

Theresa was speechless.

She took a deep breath and calmly said, “What’s your condition? Tell me.”

Thomas was inwardly pleased and quickly said, “It’s nothing big. I just wanted to ask, are you close with Susan?”

“It’s alright, Theresa cautiously replied.

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“Could you please put in a good word for me with Susan?” Thomas asked with a pained expression. “I really had no Idea Allen would do something like this.”

Theresa glanced at him, her voice growing colder. “What, if Allen hadn’t done that, your actions would have been acceptable? Thomas, do I look desperate to you? I can say without exaggeration that if I wanted, men would line up just to pursue me.”

Thomas looked at Theresa’s plain bangs and thick glasses, his face showing an indescribable expression. “Miss Austin, l’admire your confidence.”

Theresa was infuriated by his look. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“Of course, I believe you,” Thomas replied noncommittally.

Theresa felt a sudden urge to smash something.

She stood up abruptly. “Mr. Smith, this conversation is going nowhere. I think it’s best we part ways here.”

“Wait,” Thomas quickly asked, “What about the favor I’m asking?”

Theresa looked at him emotionlessly. “I don’t agree.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll reveal your other side to your mother?” Thomas frowned.

“Then go ahead,” Theresa said calmly, “Susan is my friend. She only suffered this embarrassment because she accompanied me on a date. Why should I plead on your behalf, asking her to forgive you? If I did that, wouldn’t I be using my friendship to threaten her? I can’t do such a thing. I won’t ask for this favor. Do as you please.”

With that, Theresa walked away.

Thomas watched her leaving, slightly stunned.

After a while, he murmured softly, “She’s got principles, after all.”

Truth be told, when he first met Theresa, he didn’t have much of an impression of her.

She seemed utterly uninteresting from start to finish.

The second time they met, he was too preoccupied with being shocked.

This time, he felt like he finally saw a glimpse of Theresa’s true character.

How to put it…

Compared to Monica’s naive and delicate demeanor, Theresa’s personality was rather striking.

But now, there was a problem.

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Theresa refused to plead on his behalf.

He couldn’t actually go tattling, could he?

What would that make him!

In the evening, Thomas returned home with a worried look.

Mrs. Smith, pretending to be busy with housework, casually asked, “What’s wrong? Didn’t the date go well?”

“It was okay.” Thomas replied nonchalantly.

“The girl didn’t like you?” Mrs. Smith inquired.

“Seems like it,” Thomas continued, looking dejected.

“Good, that’s great,” Mrs. Smith suddenly got excited.

Thomas looked at her in shock, “Good?”

Mrs. Smith grew even more enthusiastic. “Of course it’s good! If the girl doesn’t like you and it hurts, it means you really liked her, Son, your taste finally matches your mother’s. Let me tell you, this Theresa is a really good girl. Highly educated, gentle, kind–hearted, and has the demeanor of someone who knows how to live a solid life. She’s exactly the kind of person you should marry.”

Thomas was speechless.

Gentle and kind–hearted?

He wished his mother could see how fiercely Theresa could argue.

Mistaking his silence for agreement, Mrs. Smith quickly put down the cloth and started giving advice. “Son, don’t worry. Theresa is a sincere girl; she probably didn’t like your flashy appearance. Next time, listen to your mother, wear something more modest like a suit, read a few classic literature books in advance, and have a proper

conversation with her.”

“Mom, that’s not necessary, Thomas struggled to respond.

“Why is it not necessary?” Mrs. Smith became anxious. “You should listen to the wisdom of the elders, or you’ll regret it.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Thomas replied absentmindedly.

Seeing Thomas’s indifferent attitude, Mrs. Smith grew even more anxious.

She thought for a moment and said, “The way you are now, if I were a girl, I wouldn’t be interested in you. Next time, invite her over to our house, and I’ll personally help you out.”

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Ms. She displeased. How am I making a fuss? I’m trying to help you. Eating out is fine, but it lacks the Tace of home Bring be here, let her teel the warmth of a family atmosphere. Who knows, she might soften up?”

Thomas paused for a moment

Som de ght “Hey, this idea might actually be quite good?

meeting in a restaurant always feels a bit cold.

sweeting at home, wouldn’t the atmosphere be much warmer?

Such a sting it would be easier to ask for something.”

with this in mind Thomas quickly said, “Mom, that’s a great idea, I’ll go invite her right now.”

Thomas then made the call.

Mrs Smith watched his back, a relieved smile spreading across her face.

He Toolish son was finally coming around.

There a su a good girl much better than Monica from before.

Humming a tube, she began to ponder what to prepare for the day they meet.

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