The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 305
Gerald couldn't stay in the library any longer. Wiping blood from his nose, he immediately fled the scene.
His life is over.
He couldn't even hold back! First: The girl is fine! What body!
She was the kind of goddess that even ordinary men should not dream of.
And the fragrance she was wearing was so intoxicating, her nose had been aroused.
Sighs. The beauty of that caliber most likely came from a rich background.
What kind of ordinary man could attract his attention?
Waitaminute! Was he not a rich man himself? Gan! How does he keep forgetting this?
Gerald shook his head wryly.
He tried to peek into the library through the— windowbut due to a strange coincidence, the girl turned her head, and was currently looking out the same window. He looked at her with curiosity.
Their eyes met and then he hurriedly shifted his gaze.
Gerald decided not to keep looking at her.
With a hint of guilt, she remembered that she had Mila, now. He shouldn't have glanced at another girl like this. After all, there will always be beautiful girls in the next corner—she cannot possibly fall in love with them all!
That's not Gerald Crawford's way, no.
Struggling to suppress the tidal wave of his heart, he realized that he would not be able to concentrate on his revision like this.
It was almost noon. He dated Queta to meet her for lunch at Sunnydale University, where he took professional courses the past few days. He hasn't gone to see her there.
Fortunately, this means both campuses are not located too far away. It took him about twenty minutes to get there.
“Gerald!” After receiving his call, Queta was already waiting at the gate.
They exchanged a few pleasantries after meeting each other again.
"Come on, let's eat!" Gerald gave him a smile.
“No need for that, Gerald. Let it be my treat today! ” Queta suddenly replied, with an aura of mystery.
"Why is this, all of a sudden?"
"Well .. today is my birthday, you know." Queta sounds become whispers. “I used to have no friends or family—no one celebrated my birthday. Now I have you. You have helped me with so much .. This is the least I can do for you!
“Only... Gerald, is the cafeteria okay with you?”
In the end, Gerald Crawford is a rich young heiress. Although Queta already knew she would not make a fuss about this, she felt she had to ask.
Gerald scratched his head. “Now I understand why you called to ask me out yesterday. So today is your birthday! You should have said something—I haven't even prepared a gift!”
“I don't need it. Just share food with me!”
Since Queta put it that way, there was nothing more Gerald could add. Still, it's her birthday—ia can't really allow her to pay today.
Instead, Gerald went to Surati, a Western-style restaurant on the Sunnydale campus. Back when he used to run with Aiden Baker and his friends, he often heard about big spenders talking about this place.
That's a pretty good place. Queta is quite expensive, of course, but since Gerald has asked to come here, Queta doesn't mind, and follows him inside.
Classical symphonies welcomed them. At an hour like this, there are already several customers inside — all well-dressed children from the family roll the dough.