Seriously, How Did He Win My Heart
Chapter 721 Time Will Tell

Sylvie's dad came to them with the tea he had just made, and he said calmly, "It's a good thing to start a relationship with the purpose of marrying the other, but whether that will work out really depends on whether the two are right for each other."

"Marriage is no kidding. It's not just between the two, but the two families."

Compared to her mother's excitement, her dad was obviously much chiller, and the first thing he did was to dampen Lucien's enthusiasm for the idea of marriage.

Having sensed the typical hostility from any would-be father-in-law, Lucien rose, accepted the tea respectfully with a gentle smile, and said, "Sure, you're right. Time will tell."

Time would prove his love for Sylvie and that they were made for each other.

The father was satisfied with his answer, thinking that the young man was sophisticated and stable, and should also be even-tempered and easy to be around with.

For a second there, he had already made a rough mental analysis of Lucien's character based on his many years of experience in dealing with people. He kind of liked him and would get to know him better. Sylvie was the couple's only child, although they were not rich, they had raised the daughter like a treasure, so what he demanded of her future husband was to treat her well.

If her daughter couldn't replace such a man, that would be fine.

She didn't necessarily have to get married or have babies, or reconcile herself to any man.

So the father didn't show much interest in Lucien, sharing the belief with his daughter that they didn't necessarily have to end up together forever.

A while after the four had sipped the tea, Sylvie proposed, "Well, let's eat already. I'm starving."

The mother soon rose to her feet, with embarrassment, she said, "Oh, we have the lunch ready and we were waiting for you to have it with us. Now that Lucien's here, but I just kept talking and forgot about it." "So, come on, let's sit down at the table." Following her beckoning, the others washed their hands and took their seat.

The meal was hearty and Lucien could see that there were all Sylvie's favorite dishes, which was a display of love of her parents, who had gone out of their way to cook for her, seeing that she had made a long trip back home.

"Lucien, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were coming too, so I have only made what Sylvie likes. Tell me before the next time you come, and I will make your favorite dishes." The mother offered.

Lucien nodded with a smile. "That's OK, I'm fine, I'm not a picky eater. I eat almost everything."

Inevitably, Lucien was asked about his job and as how he had agreed on with Sylvie, he said, "I owned a company with a friend. It's a biotech company, and we are still starting up." Lucien told a small white lie by saying "they were still starting up", so that her parents wouldn't think of him as some lofty boss, because he could become penniless if the startup failed.

Sure enough, the parents asked no more and the dinner finished in harmony. Then Sylvie was asked to help wash the dishes at the kitchen with her mother, who mainly aimed to inquire her daughter about how the relationship was going.

"So, you ready to tell me about you two?" Sylvie's mother did the washing, while Sylvie wiped them dry.

The mother tried to talk to her about her boyfriend on the phone many times, but Sylvie skirted it around without telling her a word, making the mother extremely curious.

Much to her surprise, her daughter had simply brought him home directly, so she had got to grill her.

"We were fixed up by a friend." Sylvie still tried to fudge, afraid to tell her that the friend was Nina, because she would get suspicious about his identity, since all the people Nina was associated with were either rich or important.

But her mother continued to ask, "Which friend?"

Sylvie caved in and said, "Nina..."

"Nina Sanchez?" The mother was shocked.

Just when she was afraid that she would ask further, her mother said understandingly, "Actually, that makes sense. Of all your friends, only she would likely know any men with that look and temperament." "If he hadn't just told me that he owned a business, I'd think he was some actor."

Sylvie had just realized that her mother was much crazier about good-looking men than she was, because at least she herself hadn't been so nuts about him that much.

She was quite sensible compared to her mother.

The mother continued to ask, "Do his parents know about you two?"

Sylvie shook her head. "I don't know either."

She never thought of asking Lucien about that, neither had he talked to her about it.

The mother was shocked, "How can you not know? Aren't you supposed to replace out whether they like you?"

She was stumped. Maybe it was because he had told her that his parents always respected his decision that she subconsciously thought they would have no problem with it.

"Ask him," demanded the mother angrily and reproachfully. Sylvie agreed resignedly.

After cleaning the kitchen, the mother told Sylvie, "It's the first time he came here. Go out and show him around the place."

In fact, she already had the plan of shunting him off to a hotel while she could sit around and do nothing, only to replace that her mother had it all planned out for her.

On her way home, when he was told that she was not going back to Riverside City that night, he insisted on staying himself, and booked a hotel room nearby while parking. Sylvie could do nothing to stop him. Lucien got up from the sofa and said to Sylvie, "Yeah, your mother's right, show me around. I wanna know the place where you grew up."

Sylvie walked him out resignedly.

But just when he got out of the door, he whispered to her, "I know you want a break."

Sylvie looked at him in surprise, then he said smilingly, "Actually, I'm tired too. How about we both go to the hotel and relax ourselves?"

She was startled, "You-"

Lucien soon explained, "Don't get me wrong, I just want to take a sound nap and that's all. I know you had finished an evening scene with Nina right before you came here."

Lord knows he wasn't trying to sleep with her. They had only held hands and not even kissed yet, how could he just skip to the most intimate part?

"Thanks." Sylvie understood his good intention, but still she suggested, "There is a coffee house in my neighborhood, so maybe we can sit there and relax."

After a while, she added, "I'm not going to the hotel with you. My dad will break my leg if he knows."

It was her hometown they were talking about, so they could run into a neighbor or a coworker or a friend of her parents'. There was no way she dared to go to a hotel with him, though it would have been nice to lie on a bed.