Purchased A Mr. Right novel Chapter 608

The weather in London appeared to be better than Ice City.

Tilly had stayed up all night binging on American serial dramas. Her hair was as unkempt as a stack of hay as she stepped out of the lush bungalow in her slippers to do the trash.

She pulled open the iron-wrought gates and she paused in her tracks.

in front of her was a tall and lean figure with a handsome face and a smile more dazzling than the sun over his head.

Tilly stared at him for seconds before she looked cheerful. Then she looked as if she remembered something and pretended as if he was invisible; she brushed right past him, ripped open the trashcan, and deposited the rubbish according to the classification.

Just when she spun around on her heels, his arm came up to stop her.

Tilly batted her eyelashes and asked cheerily, "Why have you come to the UK!?"

"I'm here for you!" Francis frowned.

In fact, he had just got off his plane and rushed here before he adapted himself to the time here. He sped right here immediately after he got her address. But with his phone completely dead and he was afraid of getting the wrong door, he had been standing outside the door for a couple of hours.

"Looking for me?" Tilly cried with a deadpan expression, "What for?!"

Francis stepped nearer and grasped her wrist with a serious look. "Tilly, I know that I may have hurt you. A lot. And I'm sorry about that. But I hope you won't do anything brash and jeopardize your future happiness by flippantly marrying a Westerner."

"It's none of your business!"

Tilly snorted, shook off his hand, and strode back inside.

The door barely slammed shut, but she quickly dove for her phone and she screamed excitedly, "Hello, Wendy!"

At the stylish and open-air coffee shop on the ground floor of a certain hotel.

Tilly leaned on the soft cushion of a sofa. Sitting opposite her was a middle- aged Englishman in a suit with a very stylish beard and a little boy who was the very spitting image of him. Both father and son were staring at her.

Absent-mindedly, she wiggled the straw in her drink.

Ding!

The elevator doors of the hotel opened not far away and she spied a familiar figure that she had been waiting for some time. Tilly suddenly sat up, her face glowing with a sudden beaming radiance at the father and son opposite her.

Her abrupt response filled the Englishman with hope and began chattering with fluent English.

He introduced himself to her warmly and expressed his fondness of her, enraptured by her beautiful smile, and he reached for her hand, eager to give her a kiss.

However, his lips came down on nothing.

Right before his lips touched her skin, a stranger from nowhere yanked her hand away.

Tilly stared up with shock and saw Francis standing over their table. "Why are you here?!" "What on earth are you doing here?" Francis frowned and asked.

"Are you stupid? Can't you see that I am on a blind date!" Tilly shrugged her shoulders and slightly lifted her chin to signal back.

Francis said, suppressing himself, "You're coming with me!"

"No!" Tilly refused directly.

"Tilly King!" Francis shouted her name deeply.

Always with a sunny smile and a courteous and gentlemanly character, it was the first time she saw him in such a manic state.

"Why are you calling my full name in public!?" Tilly averted her eyes and lazily spun away, saying, "My blind date has nothing to do with you, Francis Wallace. You are nobody to me and my business is no concern of yours! Besides, my date and I are having a pleasant conversation. We might hit it off right off the bat and it's good having a child already! He is willing to marry me, and you can't, so just butt out of my life and just go!"

Francis's beautiful eye squinted and his face flushed with gloom and anger.

She leaned back to converse with the Englishman and the sight of it filled him with frenzy. He seized her hand and before she could retort, he blurted out, "Marry me!"

The sudden two words left Tilly stunned there.

She turned into a timid little kitten, allowing him to hold her hand and take her bag as he led her out of the hotel foyer.

Standing in the middle of the busy street, Tilly gently pulled his hand and asked him with a silly grin, "Francis, did I hear wrongly just now?"

"No," Francis feigned a cough and shook his head.

"So If you're not allowing me to go on a blind date with a middle-aged Englishman, does that mean you're accepting me?"

"Well, I accept it!"