Falling For Her Irresistible Allure

At the suburban Sorphis airport

"Grandpa, I've just landed in Sorphis." Norah Bector was talking on her phone, balancing her luggage in her other hand as she strolled through the VIP section of the airport.

"Good to hear you've arrived safely, Norah. The three sons of the Chase family are waiting to pick you up outside the airport." The elderly man's friendly and dignified voice emanated from the other end of the phone.

"Alright, Grandpa. Don't forget our agreement," Norah responded casually. "If I don't find love with any of them within three months, our families' marriage contract will be canceled. You won't meddle in my marital affairs after that. And make sure the Chase family doesn't find out who I am."

The old man chuckled and reassured her, "I've never broken a promise, don't worry."

Outside, three distinctively styled young men stood by their luxurious vehicles.

The eldest had a sharply defined face, exuding the aura of a driven, ambitious professional.

The youngest had an innocent, youthful look, brimming with energy. However, his current impatience gave off an air of unapproachability.

The most striking among the three was the one dressed in the most understated manner. Anyone who noticed him momentarily forgot to breathe and then let out a heartfelt sigh, acknowledging that he was indeed a favorite of the Creator!

The three young men, with high-end clothes and blessed with remarkable looks, caught the attention of passersby, making everyone glance back repeatedly.

The onlookers didn't dare to approach too closely. Instead, they could only exchange hushed whispers with their companions.

"Oh, my God! Look at them!"

"Are they here to pick someone up?"

"Who's the lucky one? Whoever the person is, they must be extraordinary to have three affluent and good-looking men picking them up simultaneously!"

Amidst the public gaze, the three sons of the Chase family appeared somewhat impatient, as if they were there under compulsion.

"I've been standing here for over thirty minutes. My feet are killing me!" Simon Chase, the youngest one, complained. He nudged his eldest brother, Jansen Chase, and grumbled, "What is Grandpa thinking? Why is he pushing us to pick up a country girl from the airport? She got lucky by saving Grandpa's life once, didn't she? Why on earth did Grandpa saddle us with this task? It's absurd that one of us is supposed to marry her!"

Jansen kept glancing at his watch, seemingly impatient. He looked at Simon flatly and said, "It's Grandpa's decision, so just accept it without complaining."

Jansen might not have voiced his disdain as openly as Simon, but deep down, he held a low opinion of the girl they were supposed to meet.

"Why should I hold back? Grandpa's not here," Simon retorted with a snort.

Darren Chase, the middle son, was the most relaxed of the three. He tried to ease Simon's mood, suggesting, "She might be pretty."

"Stop daydreaming!" Simon sneered. "I guess no man is willing to marry her. That's why she's turning to the Chase family to repay her for her kindness. Bet that country girl must be plain and unsightly!"

Suddenly, a voice emerged from behind the three.

"Are you talking about me?"

They all turned and were visibly taken aback.

The woman standing before them sported thick, lengthy bangs that draped over her forehead and nearly obscured her eyes. She was wearing a pair of big and thick glasses with a black frame, and these covered most of her face.

Her attire was extremely plain, and none of her clothes bore recognizable brand names.

Even more peculiar was the large, colorful, woven bag she carried. Was that supposed to be her luggage?

"Wow, look at these cars! They are incredible!" Norah exclaimed, admiring the luxury vehicles with wide-eyed wonder, like someone who had never seen such things before.

She said aloud, "Back in the countryside, I only drove a tractor. Are these faster than a tractor?"

None of the brothers responded, each wearing an expression of distaste.

Without a word, Jansen got into the driver's seat of his car and slammed the door shut, clearly not intending to let Norah ride with him.

Simon's face was a picture of disgust. He said to Darren, "You were the one who thought she might be pretty. So, you can take her. I'll leave her to you."

With that, Simon pushed Norah toward Darren, started his car, and drove off, leaving a cloud of exhaust behind.

Hidden behind her thick bangs, Norah scrutinized the solitary man facing her, speculating when he'd be frightened off by her.

Surprisingly, Darren, the most attractive of the three, took the woven bag from her and smiled. "Let me carry that. It's not polite to let a lady lug such a heavy item. I almost forgot to introduce myself. The name's Darren Chase."

He effortlessly tossed the woven bag into the trunk as he spoke. Then, he strolled to the front of the car and courteously opened the passenger seat door for Norah. "After you, Miss Bector."

Darren certainly acted like a true gentleman. He didn't seem to mind her "country girl" appearance. At the thought, Norah smiled.

However, as soon as she entered the car, she was hit by a strong perfume scent. She wrinkled her nose and covered it with her hand.

"I apologize," Darren said quickly, noticing Norah's reaction. "That's probably the lingering scent from my date last night..."

Norah realized what he meant and felt a wave of disgust.

Indeed, he was well-known as a playboy in Sorphis.

The favorable impression she had just had disappeared in an instant. She wished she could get out of the car immediately. But the car had already started.

From the corner of his eye, Darren noticed Norah's look of distaste. He gave a cheeky smile and advised, "If you're thinking about marrying into the Chase family, I'd suggest not picking me. I have many female partners and can't give them up."

Norah grasped his intention. She smirked inwardly and intentionally baited him, saying, "What if I decide to pick you?"

Darren gripped the steering wheel tighter and stayed silent.

His reaction left Norah feeling slightly bored. Was he intimidated that easily?

When they arrived at the Chase family mansion, Norah played up her bumpkin persona and sighed at the building. She unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to exit the car.

However, at that very moment, a dark silhouette suddenly loomed before her. It was Darren who leaned in and gently pressed her against the backrest.

Norah was taken aback. She had never seen a man so bold with her before!

"What are you trying to do?" Norah asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Darren playfully lifted Norah's chin and asked with a grin, "Miss Bector, didn't you select me? I've been with plenty of gorgeous women. It's nice to switch things up and be with someone like you occasionally."

He then leaned in, seemingly about to kiss her.

"Mr. Chase, I'd appreciate it if you kept your distance," Norah stated firmly.

Darren paused and lightly brushed his fingers near her ear. "So? Are you scared?"

Norah didn't respond. Instead, she firmly pushed Darren away, exited the car, grabbed her luggage, and walked off.

Darren watched her leave, her plain attire unable to conceal her elegant figure. He smiled to himself, wondering if she had been scared.

He recalled the brief moment their eyes met. Her eyes under her thick bangs had seemed clear and deep, reminiscent of the vast ocean, stunningly beautiful.

But he dismissed it as a trick of his imagination.

Meanwhile, as Norah approached the entrance to the mansion, she was confronted by a group.

A finely dressed girl emerged from the crowd, eyeing Norah's woven bag with disgust. She theatrically covered her nose and waved her handkerchief. "Oh, my God! What is that rubbish thing you're carrying? How dare you bring such filth into the Chase family residence! Get it disinfected immediately! Don't assault our senses with it!"

The servants promptly stepped up and removed the luggage from Norah's grasp. They made a big fuss, snatching the woven bag away. "Haven't laid eyes on something this low-class in decades. No wonder she's a rural girl!"

As she spoke, a middle-aged maid held a bottle of alcohol disinfectant and sprayed it on Norah. She cast a look of repulsion at Norah as though the latter were worse than rubbish.

"Miss Bector, you should know the Chase family residence isn't like the countryside you are used to. We have our standards and wealth. This is Miss Debby Chase, the family's fourth child. You'd better greet her now," the middle-aged maid remarked disdainfully while spraying the alcohol on Norah.

Norah looked at Debby with curiosity and remarked, "The fourth child? So, as your future sister-in-law, you should be greeting me, right?"

"You, a mere country nobody? You think you deserve to be my sister-in-law?" Debby grew frustrated. She pointed at Norah and directed the servants around her, "Grab her! Today, I'm going to school this girl on the ways of a wealthy and influential family."

The servants received the command and hurried forward, some on the left and the others on the right, to restrain Norah.

Norah's expression turned icy. Just as her anger was about to erupt, a servant hurried over, addressing Debby out of breath. "Miss Chase, your grandfather has returned and is calling for everyone in the living room, Miss Bector included."

"You got lucky this time!" Debby muttered angrily at Norah before heading toward the living room.

In the spacious living room of the mansion, Esther Chase greeted Norah warmly in front of everyone.

"Norah saved my life, and she's also set to be a future member of our family," Esther declared, surveying the room with a gaze.

Confusion spread among them, and they exchanged perplexed glances.

Facing his three grandsons, Esther stated firmly, "I invited Norah here so she can get to know you. In three months, she'll choose one of you to marry. Anyone who disagrees can leave the Chase family right now."

The three young men wore distinct expressions, each loaded with significance.

Regardless of their thoughts, they didn't dare to challenge Esther.

"Will she marry whoever she likes?" Debby burst out, screaming. "Grandpa, you can't be serious. She's just a girl from a small village..."

Esther cut her off with clear disapproval. "That's enough! If you have a problem with it, you better stay in your room and reflect on yourself so you won't have to lay eyes on her."

Reluctantly, Debby fell silent.

"I need to return to the company with Jansen and his brothers to finish some work. Make sure Norah gets settled into a room," Esther instructed a well-dressed woman beside him.

"Yes," the woman responded with respect.

Norah immediately grasped that she must be Kristine Chase, the mother of the three young men.

After imparting his instructions, Esther turned to Norah, his demeanor softer. "Norah, you should rest tonight. Tomorrow, you'll start working at Chase Group."

"Okay. Thank you." Norah smiled meekly.

Debby was in disbelief upon hearing the news. She thought of Norah as someone of lower status, possibly unfamiliar with basic technology like computers. It was absurd to her that her grandfather would allow Norah to work at Chase Group just because she saved his life.

Debby harbored a strong dislike for Norah. The mere idea of Norah residing under the same roof as she filled her with dismay.

Without any hesitation, Debby stepped forward and voiced her opposition. "Grandpa! How can she..."

But Esther paid no heed to her. He rose from his seat and departed without a second thought.

Debby's face flushed with anger. Kristine, too, looked displeased.

She had got to arrange a room for that rustic from the countryside! Norah was not worthy of it!

However, bound by Esther's command, Kristine had to maintain her composure as the lady of the house. She instructed a maid, "Prepare a room for Miss Bector."

Debby moved her eyes and followed the maid upstairs.

When the maid was about to clean a guest room, Debby pointed to another room, suggesting with a sly grin, "No need to clean that one. This room here will do."

The maid was taken aback and said with a hint of embarrassment, "But this is Mr. Darren Chase's room..."

"An illegitimate child isn't considered a member of the Chase family. I'm a legitimate daughter of the Chase family. Are you going to defy me?"

Debby smirked. Norah was going to choose a husband, wasn't she?

A country girl and an illegitimate son seemed to be a perfect match!

As she waited for her room, Norah relaxed on a sofa in the living room, idly browsing on her phone. She opened a chat app and messaged, "Charlotte, do you have the information I requested?"

Her friend, Charlotte Smith, responded quickly, "Absolutely. I finished it quite a while ago. I'll be sending it over now."

Soon after, Charlotte sent Norah a detailed file on the three brothers of the Chase family.

Norah reviewed the document and was impressed by its thoroughness. It included basic photos and profiles and their life stories, career paths, and romantic histories.

What stood out to her the most was that Kristine had only given birth to Jansen and Simon. Darren, however, was born out of wedlock and was not officially recognized by the Chase family until he turned 10.

Darren's status as the illegitimate son was no secret within the Chase family. He had a reputation as a playboy who preferred late nights out and lacked serious involvement in family affairs. Many considered him a frivolous member of the wealthy family.

Upon learning of this, Norah couldn't help but recall Darren's reckless conduct in the car earlier that day. She furrowed her brow and muttered, "What a womanizer!"

At that instant, the maid descended from the second floor and announced, "Miss Bector, your room is prepared."

Norah pocketed her phone and trailed the maid to the second floor. Right before stepping into the room, she couldn't help but notice the maid's demeanor-unnatural, tinged with a mix of guilt and excitement, as if she were about to witness some spectacle.

Silently, Norah entered the room and took a quick look around. The decoration was plain and tidy, but it didn't quite match the style of the house. Notably, there was a wine cabinet in the room, giving it an air that didn't quite fit for a young girl's space.

Her suspicion was confirmed when she spotted a custom-made shaver in the bathroom.

She quickly deduced that someone had a scheme in mind. Considering the information about the three young men of the Chase family, it was clear the mastermind had chosen the playboy, Darren, to be her husband in this setup.

Darren's looks matched her expectations, but his carefree demeanor didn't quite measure up.

She decided to play along and see what the mastermind had in mind, so she didn't expose it. Instead, she relaxed and asked the maid to assist with her luggage. She settled into a chair and casually grabbed a bottle of wine to taste.

She had a feeling the evening would prove to be interesting.

The Chase family mansion was enveloped in silence during the night.

Darren stumbled through the gates of the mansion, reeking of alcohol.

Upon returning to his room, Darren freshened up with a cold shower and then headed straight to bed.

However, the moment he lay down, something felt off.

The ambient warmth and a subtle perfume scent hinted at the presence of a woman nearby!

Realizing this, Darren attempted to get up, but before he could, he felt a soft figure shift and drape over him.

"Who is there?" Darren tried to push her away.

He quickly switched on the bedside lamp, only to find the country girl from earlier.

Why was she in his room?

The woman in his bed seemed asleep deeply, oblivious to the stir. Meanwhile, Darren noticed the room wasn't just carrying his alcoholic scent.

Glancing at the bedside table, he saw an empty vodka bottle.

This woman downed an entire bottle of vodka he had been saving for years!

The realization that she ended up in his room was far from comforting. Darren hurriedly made his exit.

But to his surprise, he found the door locked from the outside. It looked like someone was scheming to pair him with Norah.

As Darren pondered his next move, he suddenly felt a firm grip around his waist, and a pair of arms encircled him from behind. A soft hand caressed his face, and a sleepy, flirtatious voice murmured, "Well... stay quiet..."

The woman's sultry, slumbering sounds made him tense. Her warm breath brushed against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

Before Darren could fully process the situation, her wandering hands slid down his neck, moving toward his waist.

He shivered and turned to prevent Norah from touching him. As he turned, he was met with a pair of dull eyes.

She had shed the oversized black-framed glasses and pushed aside her bangs, revealing her face that had been concealed during the day.

Darren was taken aback.