Chapter 1718 - Uncle, It Seems Like You Aren't Even The Backup
Chapter 1718: Uncle, It Seems Like You Aren’t Even The Backup
“Miss Shirley, you’re finally back.”
Constantine tried his best to make himself look more natural, but his voice was still all choked up. However, that had enhanced his devoted image further.
“He’s devoted.”
“Aaah, it’s so touching. If a man treats me like that, I will definitely fall deeply in love with him!”
“I didn’t expect Young Master Constantine, who was deemed a Casanova, would have such a devoted side!”
The maidens at the sides were all touched by him. A rich young master was reduced to such a state for the woman he loved. It was just like a romance novel.
The ladies from the restaurant looked at Constantine. They remembered this man who often came to ask if Shirley was going to come back.
Shirley looked at Constantine with furrowed brows, and puzzledly asked, “You are?”
The restaurant fell into dead silence all of a sudden.
The maidens, who were expecting a lovers’ reunion, stared at Shirley with disbelief with wide eyes.
Meanwhile, the men were looking at Constantine with pity. That was the most tragic experience for a man.
Yes. Even though Constantine had demonstrated his devotion, and even descended into a weakened state as a lovesick man, nobody had expected that he wasn’t just a lovesick man… he was even a pathetic man!
Shirley actually had no idea who he was?
Therefore, while he wasted himself and descended into such a pathetic state for her during this time, it was all just one-sided?!
The other party had no idea about that at all! She didn’t even know about his existence!
“This is so tragic.” Mag sighed. He wasn’t too surprised about this ending.
Some people always liked to be self-indulgent and get all emotional without considering the actual situation.
They always felt that if they were Romeo, the other party had to be Juliet. They thought they were great to starve themselves while they pined for the other party, and the other party would be touched, and decide to marry them when they saw their pathetic state.
Mag was sympathetic towards Constantine. After all, the latter would have never expected that the maiden who he liked was a drag queen.
It would be good if this marriage never happened. If it did happen, then nobody knew who would be f*cking whom on the wedding night.
Tsk.
The silent air and Constantine, who looked like he had been struck by lightning, made the atmosphere a little weird.
People were all looking at Constantine with sympathy. Although this ending was rather unexpected, it was closer to what usually happened to ordinary people.
“Uncle, it seems like you aren’t even the backup,” Amy reminded Constantine softly at the side while licking an ice cream.
Crack…
Everyone seemed to hear the sound of a heartbreak.
Even though he wanted to fly into a rage, leave right away, or even kill himself right on the spot, Constantine felt his heart melt again when he saw Shirley’s pure and innocent face. He began to reproach himself.
Shirley looked at Constantine with a frown and a puzzled and wary expression. This fellow looked a little perverted. But why do they look like they’re expecting us to get together? It’s so gross! I need to get away from him.
How can I frighten Miss Shirley! All this isn’t her fault! She’s so lovely, and deserves to be pampered! Constantine thought as he reproached himself inwardly. He swiftly adjusted his mentality, and looked at Shirley lovingly again as he extended his right hand, and said, “Hello, Miss Shirley. Let’s get to know each other again. I am Constantine.”
Shirley flicked a glance at his hand, and coldly answered, “Oh.”
Constantine retracted his hand awkwardly as he happily thought, It’s fine. Beautiful maidens always have a strong personality, let alone Miss Shirley. At least she will remember my name now!
Suckers get nothing. Mag gave Constantine a piteous look. Some people would never treasure what they got easily while they pined for what they could never get.
Constantine’s small intrusion didn’t diminish the customers’ enthusiasm for delicious food. After Constantine took his seat, the line continued to file into the restaurant, and the customers began to place their orders.
The servant sat opposite Constantine. He observed Constantine’s expression, and smilingly said, “Young Master, that’s a great improvement. This must be Miss Shirley’s test for you, and you have accepted the challenge calmly. You must have left a beautiful and gentlemanly image in her heart.”
“That sounds right now that you mention it.” Constantine’s eyes lit up, and he nodded thoughtfully.
“That’s right, so you must eat properly to nourish your body back to health, and regain your past handsome self. Otherwise, Miss Shirley might not be interested in you.” The servant quickly smiled while he wiped off his sweat secretly. It was fortunate that his young master wasn’t very smart whenever Miss Shirley was mentioned. If he did stupid things after he returned home because of this, he would be skinned by Master.
“You sound very reasonable. Such a body is indeed unworthy of Miss Shirley.” Constantine nodded as he scanned through the menu, and then said, “I want to order a helping of ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’, a helping of red braised pork, and a helping of black pepper steak!”
“Sure. I will order them for you shortly,” that servant replied with a smile. This was the first time that the young master had taken the initiative to eat more. It was a good start.
Gloria stepped off the horse-drawn carriage. As she looked at the long line in front of the entrance, she lamented, “It’s as crowded as usual.”
“Nobody can resist the charm of scrumptious food, just like with the clothes from Blue Suede,” Mars said with a smile.
Gloria nodded in agreement. “Yes. Mr. Mag not only satisfied the women’s taste buds, he even designed clothes that they went crazy for. He’s truly an amazing man.”
“Yes.” Mars threw a glance at Gloria, who had an upward smile on her lips.
“Let’s go. We might miss out on tonight’s numbers if we are late.” Gloria hastened her steps as she walked towards the end of the line.
“I brought along the report from the last several days. Do you want to go through it while we’re lining up?” Mars softly asked as he caught up with her.
“No. I read it when I returned home.” Gloria nodded slightly and smiled. “It’s fun to line up at Mamy Restaurant too, isn’t it?”
Mars looked at the middle-aged men, who were arguing over whether the roast mutton kebab or roast beef kebab was the king of the kebabs, and kept the document with a smile. It really wasn’t an appropriate occasion to read documents. However, it seemed like Young Mistress would have to stay up tonight again.