Her Biliionaire Husband (Veronica and Matthew)
Chapter 287

Chapter 287 Confessing to Conrad

Propping her face up with her hands, she tilted her head and looked at the man in front of her while being immersed in his stunning looks. Even though Yvonne was all about looks, she would not blindly love someone because of it.

On the other hand, Conrad was different. Besides his looks, he had treated everybody politely while being an easy person to get close to.

The man, who was seated opposite her, took a look at the menu before placing it in front of Yvonne. "Ladies first."

"Okay then."

This is the man I like. He really is attentive toward women.

Maybe it was because she liked him so much, every move of his would be looked upon positively by her.

Opening the menu, she ordered a few dishes before she asked, "Conrad, what do you like to eat? I can order it for you." This way, she could also discover his preferences. "Hilton Restaurant is best known for its beef wellington, so I'll have one in medium rare. Also, I would like a serving of pasta."

"Okay. What else do you like? The caviar and truffles here are also quite tasty."

Conrad only nodded after listening to her recommendation. "I will have a try then."

"Alright. I'll order one set of each then."

Pressing the button, Yvonne called for the waiter.

After a short while, the waiter walked in. She repeated the dishes that they chose before returning the menu to him.

There was silence in the room after the waiter left.

Yvonne, who blinked while crossing her hands, was using her right thumb's nail to scratch her left one, as she felt a bit nervous.

"About yesterday, I really do need to thank you." Breathing in deeply, she continued, "If I was taken back to Castron this time, I don't know when I would step foot into this country again."

The man leaned against the seat with crossed legs and arms as he sat there imposingly. "Zac seems to like you a lot," he stated.

Looking down at the table, Yvonne shook her head. "I do not like him, though. One shouldn't force love. Besides, I have someone whom I like."

At this stage, she suddenly looked into Conrad's eyes as if she was expecting him to ask who she fancied.

Yet, the calm man only returned her gaze with an elegant smile. It was at this moment that nobody really knew what he was thinking about.

Even though it was only by a few seconds, it felt more like an eternity to Yvonne since her expectations were slowly dissipating.

Yvonne thought that she had already made her hints obvious, but Conrad did not follow up as expected, which could only mean... He doesn't feel anything for me.

"Who do you like?" he asked suddenly.

Feeling her heart skip a beat, she found herself unable to breathe out of nervousness as she gripped her hands even tighter to the point where she was leaving a mark on her left thumb without even her knowing.

"I... I..."

With a hint of shyness in her gaze, she looked up at him...

"You don't need to say it if you feel uncomfortable. After all, this is quite a private topic. It was me who suddenly asked the question." Conrad smiled elegantly as he slowly sipped from the cup.

"I-It isn't. I... Actually, the one I like is you, Conrad!" She voiced her thoughts after mustering her courage.

Yvonne did not feel anything toward Zac's advances. At that time, she naively thought that it would be hard to love a person.

Nonetheless, this all changed the night she met Conrad, where she deeply fell for the man's charm after dancing to a song together with him.

She discovered from then on that time was not a requirement when it came to love. One just needed a glance.

All it took was a glance at the right person to make her madly in love.

His hand that was holding the cup trembled as he slowly looked up 'bafflingly' at the shy woman. "Did you say... you like me?"

Yvonne pursed her lips. She felt that it was due to nervousness that her lips were a bit dry. She licked them and nodded. "I like you."

Am I confessing right now? My god, I am actually confessing to the man I like right now. This is all so sudden. "Um, I..." Scratching her head, she asked, "Am I... being too sudden?" Conrad calmly replied, "Don't you know that I and Zac are friends? Are you not afraid that I would tell him this?"

The mention of Zac replaced her nervousness with frustration. "You're right. I hate his guts. So what if I like you even if he's here?"

The expectation she had disappeared.

After all, Zac was the prince of Castron and that came with terrifying influence and power.

Would Conrad betray his friend just because Yvonne liked him?

Even Yvonne knew that this was somewhat unrealistic just by thinking about it.

Her head sank lower and lower as she looked at the table full of disappointment and despair. She mumbled, "Do I have to be with Zac just because he likes me?" "That might not be the case," Conrad suddenly stated.

All it took was this short sentence to reignite the hope in her heart.

It was at this moment where she lifted her head that the man had put the cup down and held her hand. "Yves, you don't have to be afraid of anything as long as I'm here."

As his large palm covered her cold hand, a shock of warmth passed through Yvonne, making her so nervous that she was about to pass out. What... What does he mean?

She looked down at his hand, which was gently patting hers. "I felt that you were different from a normal girl the moment I saw you. You're very adorable, innocent, not afraid to speak what's on your mind, and also hard-working indeed. In short, you're an exceptional person in my eyes."

My god...

Is he confessing to me right now?

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Yvonne could hear her heartbeat going out of control to the point where it was close to coming out of her mouth.

"So, you... accept my confession?" she asked cautiously.

A straight-forward woman who grew up in Castron did not hide her love for a person.

After hesitating for a short moment, Conrad smiled softly. "I can only say that you're the kind of girl that I like. But, as to whether or not we can be together or if we're compatible, that remains to be seen." Even though his answer was a bit ambiguous, his act of holding her hands was akin to already confessing to Yvonne.

Blinded by love, the woman was both surprised and over the moon as a wide smile appeared on her face. Immersed in joy, she only regained her composure after quite some time.

"Aren't you afraid of Zac?" Then came the problem Yvonne was most worried about.