Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 480: First Kiss?

Listening to Lucian Quinn’s unexpected confession, Flora Lane was wide-eyed, having never encountered such an unconventional man.

His words didn’t seem like a request. To Flora, it felt more like a forced marriage proposal.

"Um... are you drunk?"

Lucian Quinn: "If you think I’m talking nonsense because of the drink, I can come back tomorrow to discuss it in detail."

"No... I didn’t mean that." Flora smiled awkwardly, "You see, I’m still in school, my job’s not stable yet, no car, no house, no savings, and..."

Lucian Quinn: "I have those things. You can take your time with your career, or if you think work is tough, after graduation you can stay home and do things you love. I’ll take care of you."

"I’ll take care of you" - these three words were something Flora dreamt of hearing every night. Now that it was coming true, it felt so unrealistic. If she just nodded, she could achieve her dream of marrying into wealth, but she didn’t even dare to nod now.

Lucian Quinn didn’t rush her for an answer; he simply watched her quietly, seeming very patient.

He appeared calm, yet it was like silently pressing her for an answer.

Flora stammered, "I think... you... well, we’re not really suitable."

Lucian Quinn: "Why not suitable?"

Flora couldn’t say why exactly they weren’t suitable. There wasn’t much to criticize about Lucian Quinn himself, but the thought of being with him made Flora feel pressured.

She felt that being with such a high-caliber man would make her always restrain herself, never feeling at ease.

Dating is supposed to please oneself. If it only adds stress, she’d rather be alone.

Seeing she couldn’t articulate a reason, Lucian Quinn took a step closer and said, "Just say where it’s unsuitable. If it can be improved, then it’s not a problem."

Flora was cornered, her back almost against the wall. She looked up at him, just centimeters away, swallowed, and said, "...You’re not my type."

Lucian Quinn wasn’t displeased, his expression as calm as if they were discussing some inconsequential work matter instead of a relationship issue: "Then what type do you like?"

Flora: "...Actually, I don’t have a specific standard, it’s just that..."

Lucian Quinn: "Hmm?"

Flora randomly made an excuse: "Just no spark! I don’t feel for you!"

The air instantly went silent. Lucian Quinn silently watched her, while Flora nervously looked back, wanting to slip away but unable to move her feet.

Just as she was hesitating, a shadow suddenly loomed over her, and Lucian Quinn, giving her no time to react, quickly bent down and kissed her lips.

Flora was momentarily stunned but quickly came to her senses, hurriedly pushing him away, eyes wide in disbelief as she looked at him.

Lucian Quinn: "Feel anything now?"

Flora blushed deeply, her lips and breath seemingly still tinged with the faint scent of alcohol he left behind, like a high-proof liquor, making her feel somewhat dazed.

Lucian Quinn pressed even closer, cornering her, his gaze deep as he looked at her, hands bracing against the wall by her shoulders, his tone calm and without any hint of insolence, asking, "First kiss?"

Flora felt like an empty shell without a soul at that moment. Faced with his question, she dazedly shook her head, "No... no."

Lucian Quinn: "Mine was."

Flora’s eyes widened as she looked at him, not knowing how to react.

Lucian Quinn: "Who was your first kiss with?"

Flora: "..."

"Creak—" The sound of a door opening came from nearby. The door opposite them opened, revealing a middle-aged woman carrying a bag of trash as she walked out.

The woman, seeing the young couple’s wall-pinning scene in the hallway, froze for a moment, giving them a curious look, then stepped aside to throw the trash down the stairs.

Flora slowly regained her senses, pushing Lucian Quinn away: "...It’s late, you should head back."

After saying that, Flora hurriedly walked away without daring to look back at Lucian Quinn.

"About the relationship... think about it and give me an answer when you’ve made up your mind."

Hearing Lucian Quinn’s words, Flora only paused her steps for a moment, then quickly reached the door, opened the lock with her fingerprint, slipped inside, and closed the door.

Inside, the living room light was on, and an artist was coming out of the kitchen holding a bowl of noodles.

Seeing Flora standing by the door looking startled, the artist paused and asked, "Something happened?"

Flora hesitated for a moment, then shook her head with a smile: "No, nothing happened?"

Pretending to be casual, she stood by the door and changed into her slippers, trying to act natural as she asked, "Why are you eating so late?"

Artist: "Didn’t eat earlier, just finished painting."

Flora: "Then eat and rest."

Artist: "Hmm."

Without further small talk, Flora finished changing her slippers and hurried back to her own room.

After closing the door, her rapidly beating heart still hadn’t calmed down.

Leaning against the door, she touched her lips.

The kiss was brief, yet the soft feel of his lips was something she could still clearly remember.

With a faint trace of alcohol, it seemed like it had half-dazed her mind, leaving her unable to calmly think things through.

Indeed, it wasn’t her first kiss. Compared to before, the hasty kiss just now could almost be ignored.

But for some reason, her heart was racing like never before.

Blushing and heart racing were things that probably last happened back in middle school when she first dated an upperclassman.

Since then, as she met more men and dated more, such youthful panic and excitement had long disappeared.

Before meeting Lucian Quinn, she thought "shyness" would never appear in her vocabulary again.

Recalling Lucian Quinn’s calm words just now, they felt like soft rain. Seemingly weak, but they dropped little pits on the calm lake of her heart.

"Ding—"

The sound of a message notification pulled Flora’s thoughts back. As she walked towards the bed, she fished her phone out of her bag.

Very few contacted her by text, so hearing the notification, she guessed it was most likely Lucian Quinn.

A long message had been sent: It might be too sudden for you to accept all at once. Once you calm down, please think about it carefully. I’ll come to your company tomorrow. If you’re open to a relationship, that’s great. If not, I’ll officially pursue you starting tomorrow. I won’t interfere with your choice, and I respect your decision. Don’t feel pressured, rest up, good night.