Chapter 6 Divorced with Twins

Alice spent three days in a state of anxiety. These three days were no different from the usual peaceful days.

Since her reunion with Ronan at the hotel, she had been worried that he might come knocking again, asking about the kids.

When that time comes, how should she face him?

As the heir to The Brown family group, Ronan had the power to get anything he wanted. Alice was afraid... she might not be able to keep the kids.

In the evening, Alice drove out to the furniture city to pick out some furniture.

Tomorrow was a holiday, and after she left the furniture city, she stopped by a nearby supermarket to buy a variety of ingredients, planning to cook for her mom and grandma the next day to show off her cooking skills.

They had never tasted her cooking before.

After living abroad for these years, she couldn't say she had learned everything, but she had improved rapidly in cooking, and the two little ones had grown strong like calves.

She carried two large bags of ingredients out of the store, and just as she was about to put them into the car, her phone rang. Alice quickly walked to her parking spot, opened the back seat door, put the bags inside, then took out her phone and answered, "Mom, what's up?"

"Well..." Jane's voice was somewhat unnatural. "Where are you right now?"

Alice, "At the supermarket near the furniture city."

"Your grandma wants to eat at a restaurant tonight. Do you think you can join us?" Jane asked.

"No problem. What kind of cuisine does Grandma want? I'll make a reservation and pick you both up."

"No, no need," Jane quickly declined, stumbling a bit. "Grandma and I have already chosen. I'll send you the restaurant's address, and you just go there. We'll take a cab with the kids later."

"Alright."

Alice frowned slightly, sensing that something was off with her mom.

She didn't think much about it though, and just after the call ended, she received a message from her mom with the restaurant's location.

It was a newly opened Italian restaurant.

Alice rubbed her forehead. She had gotten tired of Western food while living abroad and didn't want to touch it again now that she was back, but since Grandma and Mom wanted it, she'd accompany them.

She got into the car, entered the address into the navigation system, and started the engine.

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Entering the restaurant's revolving door, the soft sound of a cello filled the air, and a fresh, natural fragrance wafted through.

A waiter in a suit came over to ask how many people were in her party so he could arrange a suitable table.

Alice smiled. "Five, thank you."

The waiter gestured for her to follow him and led her to a six-seat table.

The lighting inside was dim, with a pure white tablecloth adorned with patterns and a wide glass vase in the center holding a bunch of fresh pale pink roses in water. The atmosphere was nice.

However, the ambiance didn't seem suitable for a family gathering, but more for a couple on a date.

The waiter handed her the menu and poured her a glass of lemon water.

"You can go ahead with your work. I'm waiting for someone, and I'll order later," Alice explained.

The waiter nodded and left her alone.

Alice flipped through the menu while sipping her water, when suddenly, there was a "scraping" sound, the legs of a chair scraping against the floor. She raised her eyes slightly, and a man in his thirties came into view. He was slightly chubby, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a gray suit and light blue shirt, with silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

As soon as he saw Alice glance at him, his eyes lit up, and he pushed his glasses up with a hand, offering a polite smile. "Are you Alice Hughes, Miss Hughes?"

Before seeing her in person, he had assumed her photos had been edited with beautifying filters, but now he realized she was even more beautiful in real life.

Her long, black, curly hair was tied into a low ponytail with a simple black elastic band, her skin was fair and radiant, even in the dim light, and her makeup was light, yet her features were strikingly beautiful, especially her lips, full and rosy.

She looked like a rose with thorns, tempting yet dangerous.

The man's throat bobbed, and his excitement grew rapidly, swelling like an inflated balloon. His anticipation for the blind date reached its peak.

He silently made a decision-no matter what, he had to win this woman over.

Alice, still not fully understanding the situation, instinctively replied, "Uh, yes, I am. I think you've got the wrong table, though."

When he heard her confirm she was Alice, his smile grew even wider. He calmly sat down on the chair, stretched out his hand, and introduced himself, "Hello, Miss Hughes, I'm Daniel, Jane introduced me."

What?

"Hold on a second."

Alice thought she had figured out what was going on. She had noticed her mom acting weird when she called earlier, and now she understood-it was all about this blind date business.

She picked up her phone from the table and sent a message to Jane.

Alice, "Where did this Daniel come from?"

Jane typed slowly, and Alice stared at the "typing" indicator on the screen, feeling a bit annoyed.

How could Mom arrange a blind date for her without her consent?!

Daniel awkwardly retracted his hand, pretending to be calm as he poured himself a glass of water, occasionally glancing at the woman opposite him. She was looking down, her long eyelashes like little fans casting shadows on her cheeks. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her brows furrowed, even her displeasure looked beautiful.

Imagining waking up every morning to such a face, Daniel couldn't help but smile.

Jane finally replied to Alice's message, "At your sister's wedding banquet yesterday, I had a great conversation with an aunt, and we exchanged WeChat. Daniel is her neighbor's son, works at a big tech company, young and promising, good-looking, and filial. Try spending some time with him."

Her daughter had made it clear she would never get back together with Ronan, so Jane had come to terms with it. A family like The Brown family was difficult for ordinary people to enter. She hoped her daughter could find someone dependable to share the burden of raising kids. It would be too tough for her to do it alone, and if she had someone understanding by her side, Jane would feel more at ease.

Alice felt a headache coming on. Her mom had mentioned a blind date once before, and Alice had brushed it off, thinking the matter would be dropped. But now her mom hadn't let go and was pushing ahead with a surprise.

She looked up at the man across from her, and Daniel immediately changed his expression, putting on a warm smile. "Miss Hughes, did you get clarity?"

Alice gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, the blind date thing was arranged by my mom without telling me..."

"I can tell," Daniel interrupted. "It's your first time going on a blind date, right? You might not be used to it. I understand. Ah, I didn't mean to say I've been on many dates, I've only been on three or four, but I couldn't really connect with them, so I deleted their contacts. But Miss Hughes, I think you and I really hit it off."

Alice could only manage a polite "Heh."

Keeping her manners, Alice gently rejected him, "I'm not considering dating anyone at the moment..."

Once again, she was interrupted by the man across the table, "I understand. A beautiful and elegant woman like Miss Hughes must have many suitors. Let me tell you about my strengths. My annual salary is about 300,000, I own a house and a car, I'm an only child, and my parents are both retired, so after we get married, we won't need to worry about them. I'm not very fond of children, but I do think we must have one, preferably a son. If you like kids, we could have two or three."

Alice, "???"

Wait, how did this suddenly turn to having kids after marriage...?

And what's with his preference for boys?

At this moment, Alice was lost for words.

"Daniel, didn't the matchmaker tell you about my situation?" Alice barely controlled her impulse to throw the glass of water at him, and calmly asked.

Finally realizing his mistake, Daniel took a sip of his drink and smiled politely. "What situation?"

Alice spoke slowly, emphasizing each word, "I'm divorced and have two kids, and I don't plan to have any more children."