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Chapter 184 I Want to Be Your Girlfriend

Imogen didn’t go to Oslo today and told Charlie and Alex about Yann getting back her wallet. Charlie

shouldered Imogen with her shoulder and smiled ambiguously. “Don’t you want us to follow?”

“I can go by myself,” Imogen smiled slightly.

If Imogen invited Yann to thank Yann, she could have asked Charlie and Alex together.

But she wanted to go alone.

Charlie only felt that Imogen had thoughts about Yann, so she patted Imogen on the shoulder and

raised an eyebrow at her. “Alright, come on. Try to get him tonight!”

Alex also thought that Imogen liked Yann and felt sorry for Liam. “Imogen, you should be more careful.

After all, we don’t know anything about Yann, and we don’t know who he is.”

“I understand. Don’t worry. It is not what you think.”

She just thought Yann was strange and wanted to verify her

guess.

Charlie had an understanding expression on her face. “An explanation is to cover up…”

Imogen was speechless.

What restaurant Yann ordered was a Japanese restaurant that Imogen and her friends had never been

to.

On the far right side of this restaurant is a row of small rooms against the wall, separated by screens at

the front and back, and on the left side is a shadowy bead curtain, providing a certain amount of

privacy.

According to Yann’s news, he booked the penultimate private room.

As Imogen arrived, Yann was already waiting in the private room.

The bead curtain rattled, and she opened the curtain to come in. Yann smiled. “Come on, sit down,

please. Have you seen the whale?”

Imogen put the bag on the table’s corner and sat opposite Yann. “Yes. We were lucky today and

encountered a group of whales and whale jumps. It is so beautiful! Do you want to see it? Do I send

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you the photos and videos?”

“Take it easy.” Yann pushed the opened menu in front of Imogen. “Order first, and I have already

ordered a few. You can order some others.”

“Okay.”

Imogen put the phone aside and carefully looked at the names of the dishes ticked on the menu. With a

smile, her watery eyes bent into small crescents. “Huh? Are our tastes so similar? We are too

destined.”

Across a screen, Yann could feel the temperature drop in the private room next door. Even his back

was chilly.

Yann pretended not to know and smiled casually. “We met in a foreign country, and it was a kind of

fate.”

“That is right,” Imogen smiled, randomly added a few more dishes, and handed the menu to the waiter.

Yann picked up the kettle on the table, poured a cup for Imogen, and put it in front of her.

“Thank you.” Imogen smiled. “Yann, how old are you this year?”

“Me? Thirty years old.”

“Are you married?” Imogen held the water glass, warming her hands while sipping hot water.

“No.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

Yann raised his eyebrows and looked at Imogen in surprise. “No.”

He had said in front of Troy several times before that he suspected that Imogen liked him, but that was

just to stimulate Troy. Yann never felt that Imogen liked him.

But now, Imogen invited him to dinner alone and asked these questions, which confused him.

Imogen was puzzled. “You are so handsome, and rich girls should be chasing you, right? Or do you

have someone you like?”

There was a sudden bang from the private room next door, and Imogen subconsciously glanced behind

Yann, but she couldn’t see anything through the screen.

She hadn’t heard any sound from the next door, so she thought no one was around.

Yann noticed that the temperature next door had dropped a few degrees.

He smiled. “No, I don’t want to delay others.”

“Why?”

“I am a person who likes freedom. I don’t have a stable job, and I don’t have a house. I can do

whatever I want. In other people’s words, I am idle and do not do a proper job. The only advantage I

have is I am good–looking. I am also sure that I will not change it in the future, so I shouldn’t be with

other girls.” Yann’s posture was lazy, and there was a wildness between his eyebrows and

eyes.

Imogen put her elbows on the table, rested her chin on her hands, and looked at Yann with admiration.

“To be honest, I like you!”

“Crack.”

Another sound came from the next room.

Imogen didn’t care, sighed, and continued, “Because of my family, I am more cautious and restrained in

character. So I have always envied people like you who can do whatever they want. You don’t care

about worldly views and have the courage to do what you want. And the idea of giving up everything for

freedom is what exactly I don’t have.”

Imogen sipped water and said, “Besides, you are so righteous. You help me get my wallet back. And

you don’t want to delay other girls. If you delay other girls, you would have already used this face to

mess around.”

“…”

you. But you think too highly of me.” Yann looked at Imogen’s serious expression, and the expression

on his face was slightly stiff.

Didn’t she like him?

Was it possible?

Yann only felt that his back was getting colder and colder.

“I speak from my heart.”

Yann was silent. The waiter came to serve the meal at this time, which solved his urgent need.

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Chapter 184 | Want to Be Your Girlfriend

He picked up the plates from the waiter, put them on the table individually, and smiled at Imogen, “Don’t

just talk. Let’s eat.”

“Okay.” Imogen nodded and asked casually, “Why did you book here? And you even booked a private

room.”

Just as Yann was looking for an excuse, Imogen raised her eyebrows, and her eyes flickered. “Are

you

afraid that others will disturb us?”

Yann was speechless.

The words sounded… always a little awkward.

It was like they were dating…

Suddenly, another ear piercing creaking sound from the next door was a bit like forks rubbing against a

plate when cutting steak, which was highly unpleasant.

Yann could even imagine how terrible Troy’s expression was.

He didn’t expect that things would develop unexpectedly.

Imogen couldn’t help feeling emotional. “Listen… I remember that when I first arrived at the Marshall

villa, Sue made a foreign–style breakfast for a different taste. At that time, I was unhappy that I could

change the taste, but worried I would not use the right way to eat it. Will it show that I have never seen

the world? Later, I also tried to peek at others‘ postures, pretending to be proficient, and dared not ask

for help even though my fingertips were so red and swollen…”

The voices from next door died away.

“Even though the Marshall family adopts me, I can’t fit into that circle. I still like to sit with people like

you. It is ordinary but extraordinary. I don’t always have to worry, and I can do myself unscrupulously.”

Yann was eating and forcefully smiled. “… I’m a rough person, and I can’t understand what you’re,

saying…”

Imogen looked at Yann seriously, blinked, and asked, “What do you think of me?”

Yann’s expression froze for a moment, pretending to be stupid. “You are beautiful.”

He felt that if he continued, Troy would have to strip him alive.

“That is not what I’m asking. What I want to ask is, I want to be your girlfriend, how about it? Will you

agree?” Imogen smiled slightly, tilting her head to look at Yann.

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