Love You Enough to Leave You

Chapter 138

Chapter 138,Love You Enough to Leave You
“Tiff is just a simple girl next door. Although she’s now one of the best-selling authors, she’s very ordinary. She dislikes fine dining and isn’t fond of learning proper etiquette. She’s super messy and sloppy at home, to the extent of not showering when she’s suffering from a mental block in writing. She doesn’t look good most of the time. In fact, she’s messy, disheveled, and unkempt. Can you stand a girl like her?” Amelia described Tiffany like the back of her hand. A sweet smile appeared on Derrick’s face and gradually transitioned into a wide grin.

He looked as if he could visualize Tiffany’s casual looks at home. “I’m really looking forward to seeing her true colors in daily life because it will mean that I’m already her man when that day comes,” he hinted. Amelia chuckled. “I’m not trying to discourage you. However, will a talent like you who is most likely to pursue exquisite things and a quality life tolerate a scuzzy person like Tiff?” Derrick answered with a question, “How would I know if I don’t give it a try?” Amelia simply smiled. Sipping her tea, she said, “Tiff has talked about you before but in a bad way. She described you as a pervert boss who’s as fat as a pig. I didn’t expect you to be so handsome. Honestly, you turned out to be better looking than any other man I’ve seen.

I used to think that my husband’s the most good-looking man on earth until I met you. Now, I finally knew how does a prince charming looks like. You’ve fulfilled all the criteria in the fantasies of all women. But somehow, I don’t think you and Tiff are compatible.” Derrick looked at her intensely. “You don’t agree?” She let out a faint smile. “It’s not about whether I agree to this. It’s up to Tiff. If she likes you, I hope that you two can have the happily-ever-after life that you deserve. On the contrary, if she doesn’t have any feelings for you, I hope that you’d let her go. After all, your backgrounds are completely different. There’s no point in staying together when you can’t guarantee her a future.”

He fidgeted the cup in his hand. “Frankly, I’ve investigated everyone around Tiff thoroughly since the first day I fell for her. I’m aware and very certain that you’re an intelligent woman. Your friendship with Tiff is way solid than I’ve expected. My purpose of meeting you today is to reach an agreement with you.” “Go ahead.” “Please don’t be the stumbling block between Tiff and I.” Amelia laughed. “Rest assured that I’ll never meddle in Tiff’s private affairs. I’ll only help her analyze the options available but I won’t decide for her based on my standards just because I care.

Her marriage is her decision to make.” Derrick was full of praise for Amelia’s wisdom. A smart man would always enjoy negotiating with a smart woman as it is easier and more effective. Derrick raised his cup of tea. “Allow me to toast with tea instead of wine. Thank you!” After clinking glasses and taking a sip, Amelia said to him, “You’re better than I thought, Derrick. A steady man. I’m afraid Tiff can’t handle you.” Before he could reply, there was a knock at the door. Subsequently, it was pushed open and a few nicely dressed waitresses entered with dainty dishes in their hands. Swiftly, they served the individually served portion. “Bon appetite, Mrs. Clinton. If you like the food, our manager has humbly asked that you put in a good word for us with Mr. Clinton.”

Amelia frowned upon realizing Tiffany was still not back from the bathroom. “Why is Tiff taking so long? Let me go and check in on her.” When she was about to stand up, Derrick stopped her. “Let me do it.” Amelia agreed. “Sure.” When he was tucking in his chair, she called out to him again, “Derrick, I can tell

pursue her if your goal is just to fool around. She’s not the type who wants a short-term relationship.” Without turning his head, Derrick smirked. “My marriage has always been my personal decision to make. Should I want to toy her around, I wouldn’t have waited two to three years to make my first move. With my looks and family background, I can easily get a dozen of women presenting themselves to me without lifting a finger. Why do I need to exert so much effort on one

shocked to the core, blushed, and faltered at the sight of a handsome man, “Any… anything, mis…ter?” Before he could respond, Tiffany walked out of the bathroom and saw them seemingly having some physical contact. She rolled her eyes at him. “Mr. Hisson, why are you here? It’s surprising to

men who had a successful career would have a specific threshold levels or tolerance for cleanliness, be it psychologically or physiologically. Derrick was a clean freak who did not like being touched by others. He could not bear messiness nor anything presumed as filthy or contaminated. He could not accept it when the

point. Tiffany could sense that he was about to blow a fuse, so she quickly diffused the situation, “Ma’am, could you please let go of my friend? He has obsessive-compulsive disorder and rashes may develop on his body if you keep holding on to him like this.” The woman

sorry…” She ran away after apologizing. Derrick fixated his gaze on Tiffany, who avoided having eye contact with him. “Mr. Hisson, why are you here?” “I was worried about a cheeky girl who spent more than ten minutes in the bathroom,” he said in a teasing manner. Tiffany’s heart skipped a beat, but she tried to maintain her composure. “My stomach doesn’t feel too good. Sorry for making you

heartbeat raced rapidly as she tried to gasp a breath of fresh air to calm herself down. “Mr. Hisson, let’s return to the private room. We can talk over there.” He continued gazing at her intently. In a sexy voice, he asked, “Tiff, has anyone ever told you that you’re very attractive?” Her heart was pounding so fiercely as if she was having

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