Chapter 63 A Date with Diana


    (Diana’s P.O.V.)


    I was on my way to the Japanese restaurant in the hotel where Patrick and I were supposed to meet.


    Until yesterday, that jerk of an ex-boyfriend was still texting me to get back together. But how the f*ck would that even be possible? Jefferson was such a jerk that I kind of regretted not yelling at him when we broke up. Patrick and I had been dating for almost three weeks now, and I really regretted not meeting him sooner.


    Not only was he a great-looking guy, but he was also very understanding, funny, and charismatic. I had never met a man who was so perfect. He understood me and didn’t ask me to do this or that. He wanted me to be me.


    Well, I was the one who defined our meeting as a date because I was happy during every minute I spent with him. I was a person who liked to try new things and he always managed to surprise me.


    But since the night I invited him to my room to ‘drink some juice’ and ended up sleeping in the same bed together, we hadn’t been that close. We hadn’t given each other any further hints or promises either.


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    Being in this stage of our rtionship frustrated and confused me. Was it because I wasn’t sexually attractive enough for him? Or was there something he wasn’t saying? Or perhaps it was because he had no intention of staying with me for long? These questions were the only things that had been bothering me. Only the arrival of his text messages could brighten up my face. If he was willing to take that first step, I was ready to take the next ny-nine steps. I didn’t know what had gotten into me but I just knew that love blinded people. Still, I was willing to be blind for him.


    When I arrived at the hotel, I saw a man leaning against a sofa in the lobby. It was Patrick and my face suddenly felt like it was on fire.


    Today, he was wearing a decent dark gray suit matched with a pair of ck leather shoes. His usual bouffant chestnut hair had been meticulouslybed, making him look like a rich young master. I had never seen him dressed so formally. He made me feel like a childish teenager because I was dressed casually.


    “Pat, I thought we were just having a simple meal today.”


    But he didn’t say anything. He simply smiled and took me up the tube elevator to the top floor of the hotel.


    I had never been to this hotel before so I didn’t know that there was a Japanese restaurant on the top floor. I also didn’t know that a Japanese restaurant would have such arge private room. It felt so big that I estimated it could seat 50 people. But instead, it was upied by only two people.


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    “Good evening, Mr. Valentine.” A young woman with a big smile came in. I thought she was one of the waitresses, but then I saw ‘Manager’ written on her name tag.


    “Good evening, Joyce. The dishes may be served now.” Patrick nodded slightly to her.


    “Yes, sir. Please wait just a moment.” I had eaten Japanese food a few times, but they were mainly the various kinds of sushi and ramen at more affordable ces. So when the dishes were served and Joyce introduced each of them to us. it was quite an eye-opening experience for me.


    “My distinguished guests, this is a set meal with beef. The beef this season has the best taste. The raw meates from the top-grade beef cattle in Japan, which is regarded as a national treasure there. The saturated fatty acid content in this meat is very low. “This is the top-grade bluefin tuna brisket. The raw meat was imported fresh from the ughtered deep-sea fish in Nagasaki, Japan. The overall weight of the fish was about 100 kilograms, but we only took a small portion of its middle which had only been kept for one day. It will suit thedy’s tastes well.” Her words were directed at me.


    “This is a snow crab that was just flown in today. This particr one has a lot of eggs in it. The crab is also known as the Queen Crab in Japan…”


    I appreciated the manager’s gesture in introducing each dish to us. But honestly, I couldn’t remember most of them by the time she was done and had started pouring us the sake. Patrick told her that we didn’t need to be waited on anymore because he didn’t want anyone to disturb us.


    “Patrick, isn’t this meal going to be pretty expensive?”


    “The best ingredients are only deserving of the most beautiful woman.”


    Oh, just that sentence alone was enough to make me dizzy. We started to enjoy the top-notch meal, and Patrick thoughtfully put all the crab roe from the snow crab into my bowl.


    I had to admit, the food here tasted amazing. The price matched the food’s quality indeed. But I still feel a little embarrassed. I had always insisted on paying my share of the bill, but Patrick always refused to let me. In the end, I would only pay for drinks and desserts asionally. Still, today’s meal was too expensive. When we were almost done eating, Patrick let the manager in to collect the tes, and then she served us some desserts and fruits. When I was eating the fruit, Patrick called my name.


    “Diana.”


    I liked the way he called my name, always so gentle. I looked at him quietly, waiting for his next words.


    “Do you want to be my mate?”


    Not a girlfriend, not a lover, but a ‘mate’? The word alone made my heart beat so fast that I could feel it beat 200 times per minute. I even felt like crying.


    “You don’t have to answer me immediately. Plus, before you make your decision, I need to tell you something, something that can better help you answer my question.”