Chapter 2

The man froze for a moment, his expression darkening.

He drove me home and told me to wait for him outside.

A discreet Maybach slowly pulled up.

I eagerly climbed into the car.

"Maplewood Gardens."

I gave him the address.

Then I realized how strange it sounded, as if I were treating him like an Uber driver.

So, I raised my voice and repeated it in a sweet tone. "Maplewood Gardens, darling~"

The man shuddered.

Well, it wasn't my fault when he refused to tell me his name.

"Stephen Farr."

He reluctantly told me his name.

"Great, great. My name is Yuna Smith."

He could have said so from the start. I secretly stuck my tongue out at him.

The car fell silent, with only the sound of the wind rushing past the windows.

My phone buzzed at the worst possible moment. Message after message came in, all from Jojo bombarding me.

"Oh my God!!"

"You and him actually matched?"

"Do you know who he is?"

She sent me a link to his résumé.

"He only returned to the country recently, and this was his first matchmaking event."

"Do you know how much the women around me regretted not going after him once you left?

They said that if they'd known he was this easy to win over, they would've rushed over and claimed they'd dated five men. Hahahahahaha."

"You lucky brat."

I opened the link. It contained Stephen's personal information and an impressive list of achievements. He founded QY in the Meridia at nineteen and acquired several well-known domestic companies at twenty.

He was unbelievably rich. If the breakup payment was based on his net worth...

I counted on my fingers. The number had to be huge!

My hands trembled with excitement.

Then I spotted another detail: He returned to the country on November 15.

Wasn't November 15 just yesterday?...

"Were you this straightforward with the men you dated before?" Stephen suddenly asked.

His voice was cold, and I couldn't read his emotions.

My previous relationships had felt like free trials. They ended after only a few days with a breakup check. I never got to experience the ups and downs of love, but I had suffered more than enough from the breakups.

"Not exactly. Your qualifications are impossible to ignore." I began shamelessly flattering him.

"Oh?" He gave a cold laugh, clearly unconvinced.

"I mean every word." I widened my eyes sincerely.

Stephen was undeniably impressive, so I wasn't lying when I praised him.

He said nothing more.

When we arrived, I reached out to unfasten my seat belt, but a cold, broad hand pressed down on mine.

"In such a hurry?"

The car was unlit. Stephen's eyes were pitch-black and especially deep in the faint light, like bottomless wells that could pull people in.

"No, no." I quickly waved my hands.

Suddenly, everything went dark as a shadow leaned over me.

His face stopped just a few inches from mine.

His sculpted features loomed before me.

He paused for a few seconds.

Then Stephen took my phone and sat back down.

"Add me on your messaging app."

Once I understood his intention, my cheeks flushed.

What was that supposed to mean?

He tossed my phone back to me.

"Good night."

I muttered a quick good night and hurried away.

I thought I heard him chuckle softly, but I had no time to dwell on it.

I returned home, washed up, and got into bed.

Everything that happened that day felt like a dream.

Still, once I received the breakup check, I could finally pay off my debt.

I picked up my phone.

There was a friend request, and he had already accepted mine.

His profile picture showed nothing but a plain back view of someone. It might have been him.

His display name was simply "Farr."

I casually browsed through his social feed. Just as I expected, there was almost nothing there—only a few dull business updates.

A message appeared.

"Go to bed early."

I replied, "Okay."

I was about to turn off the light and close my eyes when I heard a voice outside the door. "Beep. Incorrect passcode."