There was a rare silence in the large cafe.
Sylvia Nguyen kept her head down, nervously stirring the coffee in front of her.
The atmosphere was at an awkward impasse for a while.
"First BLIND date?"
Half a minute after taking his seat, the man's voice faded and he asked.
His aura is so powerful that just a simple question makes Sylvia even more nervous.
Today was the first blind date in Sylvia's life. Under the coercion of her mother, she reluctantly arrived at the cafe where she had made a prior appointment with someone and found her assigned seat.
Originally I thought today was just a passing event, but who knew that the person sitting there was Charles Yu, the boss of Yu Family Group.
A big man that everyone fears.
The worst part is that Sylvia works for the Metaphor Group, where she is a junior clerk in the administration department.
A big shot like Charles naturally wouldn't know her, but it would be too hard for Sylvia to pretend otherwise.
So she was so nervous that she stammered, "Yes, first, first ......"
Charles' calm gaze, glancing back and forth over Sylvia's body, continued, "Are you a college graduate?"
"Graduated."
Sylvia swallowed unconsciously and added, "Graduated two years ago."
Hearing this answer, Charles was silent, no emotion could be seen on his face, the wind was light.
But Sylvia's heart was in turmoil. As she wondered what god her mother had worshipped to get such a top match, she wondered if Charles was in the wrong seat.
Or is it because you're sitting in the wrong seat?
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the number plate on the table and it was indeed number 18.
"That ......, are you looking in the wrong place?" Sylvia dared to speak in anger.
"Do you have your ID with you?" Charles said.
Both men spoke and stopped at the same time.
Sylvia looked up in shock when she heard Charles' words.
Charles's perfect face, which was so close at hand, instantly made Sylvia's cheeks blush and her mind go blank.
Charles was born with a good skin sight, better looking than the burgeoning male celebrities of the moment, but because he is a businessman, the domineering temperament of his body often makes people retreat.
Sylvia joined the Metaphor Group as a university intern and stayed after passing the internship, which lasted for two years.
In the past two years, she seldom saw Charles, and even if she did, she looked at the back from afar, and now she saw it face to face, which was more mysterious than a dream.
"Do you have any more questions?" Charles glanced at Sylvia's scarlet face, and the coldness in his eyes was a few moments less.
Sylvia shook her head, she had no problem with her boss, what could be the problem?
During that time, Charles' cell phone rang, only to see him pick it up, and after a brief silence, he replied cleanly, "Got it."
Then, hanging up the phone and looking up at Sylvia, "Let's go."
The way he got up was as clean as his words and actions.
Sylvia, like a man possessed, obediently stood up and followed Charles out of the cafe.
Charles is 6feet 7inches tall, and behind him at 5 feet 7 inches Sylvia also looks petite at this time.
Sylvia followed Charles to his car, a black business model Maybach that he often used.
Sitting in such a luxurious car, Sylvia was restless, stirring her two fingers uneasily, asking herself from time to time if she was dreaming now.
However, all her reactions were seen by Charles.
"My family is forcing me to BLIND DATE and I really don't want to waste my time on this, you look clean, look comfortable and have no problem getting married."
In the quiet of the car, Charles suddenly spoke up.
His magnetic voice sounded in Sylvia's ears.
Sylvia looked at Charles in amazement.
Although she is here to BLIND DATE him, it doesn't seem to be to the point of marriage.
"Do you, do you want to think about it, we don't seem to, very ...... "understand.
"No need." With coldness and authority radiating around him, Charles interrupted Sylvia and said, "Become my Charles' wife and I will give you everything you want."
Little did Sylvia know that Charles actually knew her well before she arrived.
As Charles' words ended, the car came to a halt.
At that moment, Quentin Du, who had been sitting silently in the front row and was Charles' assistant, got out of the car, pulled the door open for Sylvia and made the gesture of invitation.
"The marriage registry?"
Seeing the destination, Sylvia pinched her arm hard in disbelief and grimaced in pain.
Is this ...... too soon?
She doesn't seem to be ready, is this a bit of a forced buy?
Sylvia was a little tempted to beat a retreat when Quentin, who had stepped to the side, came over and called out with a smile, "Miss Nguyen."
"I ...... don't have my ID with me." Sylvia panicked and made an excuse for herself.
After all, I've never heard anyone say that you can get a driver's license just by being in love!
Quentin smiled and ushered Sylvia inside, "It's okay."
Quentin's approach caused Sylvia some difficulty, and she looked back at Charles, who was still in the car.
Thinking about the look on his face just now, if she ran away now, would Charles kill her?
So Sylvia had to bow her head and follow Quentin into the marriage registry.
In less than ten minutes, Sylvia emerged from the marriage registry with an extra red book in her hand.
It is particularly harsh in the sunlight.
Sylvia slapped her face, feeling as if she was still dreaming.
In just one day, she had turned herself into a married woman.
She still thinks it's all unreal.
It wasn't until Charles stepped out of the car that Sylvia snapped back to her senses.
Charles took the marriage license from Quentin and put it in the lined pocket of his suit.
Then, he looked up at Sylvia and said, "I have an urgent meeting in a few minutes, I'll have Quentin take you back first, and later, I'll go visit your parents."
Sylvia nodded helplessly.
After seeing Sylvia's agreement, Charles said nothing more, only to turn away, walk to the intersection, stop a cab, and leave.
Looking at Charles' departing figure, Sylvia was deep in thought.
Although this matter is a bit bizarre, she did get a marriage license with Charles, and he is the man that all the women in the whole city of Jiangzhou like.
"Ms. Sylvia, please." After seeing Charles leave, Quentin said as he pulled open the car door for Sylvia.
Sylvia, brought back to her senses, looked at Quentin awkwardly, nodded, and got into the car.
"Ms. Sylvia, this is my business card with my phone number on it, if you need anything in the future, you can call me anytime." Quentin turned back to Sylvia and handed her his business card with both hands.
Quentin is Charles's personal senior special assistant, and is also high in his position, considered a leader above Sylvia's leadership.
Being handed his business card personally, Sylvia was a little nervous and took it with both hands, subconsciously saying, "Thank you."
"Ms. Sylvia, don't be polite to me." Quentin said respectfully and politely.
Seeing Quentin smiling so formally and friendly, Sylvia swallowed and said nothing.
She just thought the day was so amazing, especially since she married herself off after her first BLIND DATE in three hours.
Now that I think about it, I just acted too impulsively.
You can't obey unconditionally because the other party is your boss, and you don't know how to explain to your mother when you get home later.
