Don't Fall For Me, CEO-Chapter 817: Internal Resolution?

The temperature in Esteria has dropped sharply these past few days.

Especially on the street late at night like this, the cold wind is biting.

Liam Monroe couldn’t help but look for July Quinn’s face, reddened by the cold wind.

Under the dim streetlights, her features were still as picturesque as ever.

Especially those eyes, glistening like a clear spring, like an elf mistakenly stepping into the mortal realm.

Every frown and smile was a beautiful scenery.

It’s hard not to be attracted to such a scene, especially for Liam Monroe, who has been accompanied by this scenery for years.

Afraid that staring too long would make July Quinn notice something she shouldn’t,

he tried hard to shift his gaze to the bright moon in the sky, sighing lightly, "Where can I find someone to marry?"

"Haven’t you always had a secret crush? Didn’t I look over the love letters you wrote to her back then?"

Liam couldn’t see her expression when she asked this, only heard the occasional sound of noodle slurping near his ear, accompanied by her reciting the content of the love letters he wrote from memory.

"I overturned the entire world just to set your reflection upright."

"In my heart, there’s a grave where the undead lie."

"If you become someone else’s bride, I will never again speak of my past infatuation..."

He had to admire July Quinn’s excellent memory.

Some of the contents he even forgot, but July Quinn could still recite them effortlessly.

No wonder when his grandfather’s life was counting down, he bet everything on making July Quinn the thirteenth-generation heir of The Monroe Family.

Her memory was indeed extraordinary.

But the heavens are fair, granting her an impeccable memory yet leaving her unable to comprehend that those beautiful sentences about love were meant for her.

Liam, hopeless and helpless, simply said to the bright moon in the sky, "Loving someone doesn’t need too much flowery language, just a heart willing to listen to the other person. Besides, she’s already married to someone else."

"You’re just too kind, letting the one you like be with someone else. If it were me, I wouldn’t believe any nonsense about watching the person you love be happy and thus being happy yourself. If he gets in my way, he’s mine. If he’s not, I’ll snatch him to be mine. Not loving me? Fine, I have plenty of patience, day after day, month after month, year after year. Sooner or later, he’ll love me, and only me,"

July Quinn declared confidently.

Unexpectedly, Liam suddenly turned to ask her, "Why don’t I marry you? Since we’re talking about marriage anyway, why not handle it internally?"

It seemed like a spontaneous suggestion, but only Liam knew that in the harsh cold wind, he was so nervous that his back was sweating.

Yet under his gaze, filled with hopeful concealment, July Quinn’s response was, "Pshaw! Someone like me, July Quinn, who is adored by everyone, flowers bloom at my presence, and even coffins can’t resist opening their lids, doesn’t need your internal handling!"

"But didn’t that guy named Qi upset you? Aren’t you considering finding someone else to cheer you up?"

Uncertain whether it’s persistence or one last struggle, Liam added, "Plus, someone like me, a top-tier psychologist with controlling shares in several multinational companies, as wealthy as a nation, and not lacking in looks, with a slew of beauties trailing after me. Offering internal handling is also considering you worthwhile."

But July Quinn was as stubborn as a stone: "I’ll pass. No thanks."

Liam: "July Quinn!"

He suspected he must have destroyed The Galaxy in a past life to fall for such a troublesome stone.