An Impossible Marriage

Chapter 180

“All right, then. In that case, you‘ll have to foot the bill for this meal. This is just the kind of person I am. I never spend on a woman unless she‘s my woman. If the matchmaker hadn‘t assured me that this definitely wouldn‘t be a trip made in vain, I wouldn‘t even have come.” The bald, middle–aged man‘s face soured at once.

Jodie cursed inwardly. She didn‘t even have to think before a lightbulb went off in her head that the matchmaker must have been one of her mother‘s poker buddies, for they were a bunch of unreliable women.

I‘ve just started working, so how would I have any money? He‘s the one who decided on this restaurant, and it was also him who ordered. Yet, he wants me to pay for everything. Argh! How I wish to tear into him right now! “Mister, don‘t you think it‘s more suitable for us to split the bill? How could you ask me to pay for you as well? You don‘t spend on a woman who has nothing to do with you, so it makes no sense for me to spend on a man who has nothing to do with me either. Don‘t you agree? I don‘t know what the matchmaker told you, but you can go and talk to her about your complaints. I‘m only going to pay for my share.”

Upon hearing that, the bald, middle–aged man instantly objected, “I only ordered so much food because I thought you‘d agree to date me. I ordered all this for you, no? Shouldn‘t you be footing the bill, then? Are you thinking that I‘m easy prey because I look honest and gullible? Young women like you nowadays are always lazing around, hoping to dupe men into treating you to a drink and a meal. I‘ve seen too many such women! As long as I‘m willing to pay, you‘d even keep me company for a night, right? Name your price! I’m not strapped for cash. As long as you can please me tonight, you don‘t need to pay for this meal!”

Never mind that he was a parsimonious divorcee with unsightly looks despite being an owner of a company with an annual income of a million, but his character was also so odious that he could utter

such words and make such a demand of someone of the opposite sex whom he had only met for the first time.

Jodie felt as though she had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His so–called advantage of making a million every year is nothing in my eyes, yet he dares to utter such audacious remarks!

“Excuse me, mister! Oh no, I should be calling you a scum. Where did you get this confidence of yours? To put it frankly, you‘re not even worthy of carrying my sandals! Please don‘t think that your meager money is almighty in my eyes. Even to buy a house, I‘m sure you‘ll have to save up for a few years, right? Fine, I‘ll pay for this meal. The food hasn’t yet been served anyway, and you hadn‘t eaten a single bite.

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Of course, you also can‘t eat it anymore. You may leave now. I‘m hanging on to the last shred of my manners that I‘m not cursing you out here. Please get out of here posthaste, okay?”

The bald, middle–aged man jumped to his feet and shot daggers at her. “What did you just say? Repeat it if you dare! I just have to make a single trip to the club, and women like you are all a dime a dozen there. Yet, you think you‘re so high and mighty! I merely have to spend a thousand for a full package with a woman like you. Why should I invest my emotions and empty my pockets?”

Snapping, Jodie rolled her eyes unceremoniously, “In that case, go and look for one at the club! A thousand isn‘t a small sum either to someone like you. I recommend that you go to a more high–end place one day. You‘ve never tried those women who cost hundreds of thousands a night, have you? Go and broaden your horizons instead of making a fool of yourself here.”

The bald, middle–aged man was so livid that he flushed bright red. He downed the free lemonade on the table in one go. While stalking off, he groused, “The matchmaker even charged me two thousand as matchmaking fees, but she introduced such a horrid woman to me!” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

A long time passed before Jodie‘s anger finally abated. Only then did it occur to her to tell Margaret about it all. However, it would be difficult for her to explain everything in text, so she phoned her best friend straight away.

“It was a weirdo! Not only was he a divorcee, but he was also unsightly. I was afraid that you‘d hurl if I were to snap a photo and send it to you. He asked to meet in a high–end restaurant and ordered all the expensive dishes. In the end, when I said that we weren‘t suited, he told me to foot the bill and even argued that he only ordered so much food because he thought I was going to date him. In other words, he wanted me to also pay for his share just because I declined to date him. What a nutcase! He has now left after I tore into him. Argh! I‘m so mad! If my mother dares to arrange another blind date for me in the future, I‘m going to haul her over the coals first!”

After listening to the entire story, Margaret found it amusing though she was also slightly worried. “Everything‘s fine now that he has left. Most importantly, he didn‘t try to harass you. If the blind dates are so horrible, don‘t attend again in the future.”