Her Secret Mate

Fiona could see the deep meaning in Richard's eyes.

She had promised to consider Vincent. Actually she only said that but she wasn't willing to.

She couldn't take back what she had said.

She didn't know what to do and said awkwardly, "Grandpa, I will think about it."

As for whether she would agree or not, it was up to her.

Fiona had a plan in her mind.

The Qiao family's house was located in the suburb and had been decorated. But this place was far from where Jeremy lived. One was in the East, and the other was in the northwest.

She returned to her room. It was luxurious. She lay on the bed, as if floating in the clouds. Thinking that Jeremy was taken away by the police, she was wondering how he was.

"Knock!"

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Vincent holding a plate of cherries and strawberries. With a warm smile on his face, he squinted and asked, "Are you still missing him?"

"I can't hide anything from you."

She didn't intend to hide the truth.

She took the initiative to tell him, "Mr. Vincent, although grandpa asked me to consider you, he still has to ask for our opinions. I already have Jeremy in my heart, and I will never fall in love with other men in my life."

She was too honest with him.

Vincent didn't know what to say for a while. He felt sad that all his words were blocked.

"But he is going to marry someone else, isn't he? Do you still love him wholeheartedly?"

Vincent couldn't deny it. In his opinion, Jeremy was not a good man.

Thinking of their sweet past, Fiona couldn't help smiling, but her smile was immediately replaced by a sigh. She didn't know what had happened between her and Jeremy.

"Have you ever loved someone?"

Vincent didn't know how to answer her. As a matter of fact, in order to make Joanna Qiao angry, he did date with many women before, but they were just playing without any real emotions. He didn't really love anyone.

He admitted that he had never really loved a woman.

"Love is unforgettable. Even if that love is gone, it has become a thorn in my heart, and it is difficult to pull it out."

"How do you know if you don't give it a try?"

With a smile, she said, "I know my heart."

Vincent didn't know what to say. He put down the fruit plate and walked out silently.

Last night's banquet was cancelled and there was basically no chance for others to laugh at it. The news was all deleted by Richard.

Sitting in the living room, Richard was filled with righteous indignation. Seeing Vincent come out in disappointment, he motioned for him to sit down and encouraged him, "Vincent, do you like Fiona?"

"Yes."

"I didn't expect that you really like her. Well, I'll help you. Jeremy is not as good as you. I won't let him be with Fiona."

Richard swore solemnly because he thought that a man like Jeremy didn't deserve to be his grandson-in-law. Vincent nodded.

Fiona heard their conversation in the corridor upstairs. She was afraid that Richard would do something irreparable.

On the next morning, Belinda knocked on the door and said respectfully, "Miss, someone sent you flowers. It should be Mr. Vincent." "Well... It's..."

She was afraid of any trouble, so she had made her attitude clear yesterday.

Belinda handed the flowers to her with a mischievous smile. "Miss, don't be shy. It's normal for men to pursue women. You don't know how many girls abroad pursue Mr. Vincent."

"I can see that he is very excellent." Otherwise, how could Richard spare no effort to train him?

"So, miss, keep these flowers. They are beautiful just like you."

Belinda closed the door for her.

Fiona looked at the card and found that it was not Vincent who sent the flowers, but Jeremy!

She couldn't figure out what he was up to. He was going to marry someone else. Why did he keep pestering her?

"I know I was wrong. Baby, give me a chance. I love you!"

Looking at the words written on the card, Fiona crumpled it up into a ball soon. Then she wanted to throw it away, but she was reluctant to do so.

After all, he wrote all the words on it himself.

She was stunned. She didn't understand why she loved Jeremy so much. She was obsessed with Jeremy.

For the whole day, she was tortured to death by the fragrance of the flowers. When she saw the flowers, she seemed to see the cheeky Jeremy.

Jeremy was really a troublemaker.

After dinner, she lied on the bed to have rest. She didn't really fall asleep until midnight. Suddenly, the window was knocked, and she was so scared that her soul almost flew out.

"Who is it?"

She was so scared that she picked up a chair and crept over.

There was no one by the window. When she was about to stretch the window, a man rushed in and held her tightly.

"I miss you so much."

She was stunned and looked at the man who shouldn't have appeared here. She was confused and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I come her because I want to see you. I miss you so much." With a cheeky smile on his face, Jeremy said, "I thought you understood what the card meant."

"What?"

After a while, she took out the card and found that there was something hidden in it saying that he would come tonight.

But he was not allowed to do so!

She pushed him away suddenly and said angrily, "I said I didn't know you. Don't do such a thing again."

Her face turned red and she rushed into the quilt subconsciously.

She didn't want to see anyone.

Miserably, Jeremy walked to the bedside, approached her, and whispered, "It's not easy for us to meet. Today, I was sent to the police station for the whole day. Don't you feel sorry for me?" "Aren't you standing here?"

He said that he was taken to the police station, but maybe he just stayed there for a few minutes. Jeremy had the ability to do that.

Jeremy smiled, lowered his head and kissed her. Then he stood up immediately.

Fiona found that the footsteps were fading away. Was he leaving? She felt as if she had lost a piece of her heart. She looked up from the quilt sadly.

When she heard the sound of "where is the towel" from the bathroom, she found that she naturally raised the corners of her mouth with a smile. She must be crazy.

Horrible.

She was so disobedient. She had promised to punish Jeremy?

She didn't answer on purpose.

A low voice came from inside, "Your towel is pink, isn't it? That's right. This is your room. There won't be anyone else."

Jeremy was confident in himself. Vincent was no match for him.

She was his woman from the beginning to the end. How could Vincent compete with him?

He picked up the pink towel with satisfaction and wiped the water drops off his body.

The door was opened with a bang.

"Jeremy, shame on you? That's my towel. "

"Oh."

Just an "Oh"?

Belinda's anxious voice came from outside, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Subconsciously, Fiona covered his mouth with her hand, indicating him not to say anything. The two of them were intimate with each other. An indescribable atmosphere pervaded the air☐☐☐☐☐