Actually, you’re not my type

Leaving the bar, Margaret took out her phone and quickly called her best friend.

“Emily, want to go to a bar? Didn’t you say a big new one just opened in the city center?”

Calmly settling into the car, Margaret’s voice carried a hint of excitement. Emily, however, sounded utterly surprised.

“What are you saying? Go to a bar?”

“Margaret, it’s been six years since I last heard you say those words!”

“Ever since you fell for that damn Henry, he’s restricted you in every way."

"You even changed yourself into a gentle, well-behaved girl for him, like you were hypnotized...”

Hearing Emily’s complaints, the corners of Margaret’s lips curved into a smile.

“Come on, girl. So, are you going or not?”

“I will be home now.”

Emily let out an excited cheer.

“Of course, girl.”

“Put on the sexiest dress in your closet. I’ll come pick you up in an hour.”

After hanging up, Margaret’s lips curled into a faint smile. Just then, her private driver pulled into Rosewood Manor.

Back in her room, Margaret removed her makeup, wiping away the soft, gentle look from her face and replacing it with the bold, alluring style she loved. Dark eyeshadow, striking red lipstick, and a beautiful blush in the same vivid shade.

Then, slipping out of the modest dress she had been wearing, she put on a black lace spaghetti-strap dress she had long hidden at the back of her closet.

The dress barely covered her thighs, revealing her long, fair legs with every step she took.

Its fitted design traced every curve of her beautiful figure.

Satisfied as she looked at herself in the mirror, Margaret smiled faintly and headed downstairs. Emily’s car pulled up just in time in front of her.

“Girl, this is how you’re supposed to look, beautiful and alluring, like a rose.”

Emily whistled in admiration as the car sped down the road.

“So what snapped you out of it all of a sudden?" 

"Did you finally break up with that damn bastard?”

As for Henry, Emily had always despised and looked down on him. She had long warned Margaret that he was a hypocritical and unfaithful man, constantly urging her to leave him.

But in the past, blinded by love, Margaret had never listened.

“Not yet, but soon.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not as foolish as I used to be. That bastard Henry cheated on me. I’ll make him pay a hundredfold.”

Emily wasn’t too surprised to hear that.

“I told you, dearie. That bastard looked like a playboy from the start, only good at spouting sweet lies to deceive people.”

“Good thing you’ve come to your senses. Tonight, I’ve called in twenty male models for you, every single one of them better-looking than that bastard Henry.”

Emily winked playfully, but Margaret only let out a soft laugh.

“No, dearie. I have other plans tonight.”

“How about dancing on the floor outside the bar? That stage is huge, losing yourself in the music doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Margaret smacked her lips lightly in satisfaction, and Emily quickly agreed.

As they stepped into the bar, their stunning appearance quickly drew attention from all around. Dressed in sexy black dresses that accentuated their curves, each of them carried a different kind of beauty, attracting quite a few people who came over to strike up conversations.

Emily soon followed a young blond man on I*******m, while Margaret winked at her before walking away, giving her space to flirt freely.

Moving to the beat of the loud music, Margaret swayed gracefully as she made her way to the center of the large dance floor. Several handsome men immediately gathered around her, dancing alongside her, their eyes fixed on her without wavering.

Margaret danced with them happily, not forgetting to glance up at the balcony above. When she saw the two men standing there, also looking in her direction, the corners of her lips curved into a smug smile.

The ones she needed had arrived.

To the rhythm of the music, Margaret casually draped herself over the shoulder of a man in a black shirt beside her. He immediately responded, wrapping an arm around her waist in an intimate manner. As their breaths drew close, she heard him whisper,

“Honey, you’re so beautiful. May I have the honor of buying you a drink later?”

Margaret let out a soft laugh and nodded.

After growing slightly tired, she gracefully took that man’s hand and led him outside. He seemed completely captivated by her, his gaze fixed on her without blinking.

“Honey, has anyone ever told you that you’re as beautiful as a princess?”

“I think I fell in love with you at first sight.”

The pickup line was cliché, but Margaret still accepted the drink from the man with a pleasant smile, clinking glasses with him. After exchanging a few more words, she deftly suggested he return to the dance floor, then sat alone, sipping her drink.

“Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of buying you a drink?”

A low, husky voice sounded, making Margaret tilt her head. The corners of her lips curved into a faint smile. Her goal had finally been achieved.

“Of course, yes.”

She smiled sweetly, looking gently at the man as she took the drink from his hand and casually took a sip. He and the person beside him naturally took seats next to her.

“May I get to know you, darling? I’m Nathaniel Ross, the owner of this bar.”

“I’ve been watching you for quite some time. You’re beautiful, alluring, and excellent at dancing.”

He praised her sincerely, deepening Margaret’s smile. She extended her hand toward him and gave a playful wink.

“I’m Margaret Walker, pleased to meet you.”

He was momentarily stunned before taking her soft hand.

“What do you think of me?”

“What if I said I’ve fallen in love with you at first sight and want us to go on a date?”

The man spoke directly, but Margaret did not appear surprised. Outwardly, she maintained her graceful smile, feigning mild astonishment before raising an eyebrow.

“Is that so?”

“Actually, you’re very handsome and gentle... but not my type.”

She shrugged, then cast a glance toward the man sitting beside him, the one who had remained silent the entire time.

“And maybe... your friend is more my type. He interests me more.”