Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 608

The weather in London appeared to be better than Ice City.

Tilly had stayed up all night binging on American serial dramas. Her hair was as unkempt as a stack of hay as she stepped out of the lush bungalow in her slippers to do the trash.

She pulled open the iron-wrought gates and she paused in her tracks.

in front of her was a tall and lean figure with a handsome face and a smile more dazzling than the sun over his head.

Tilly stared at him for seconds before she looked cheerful. Then she looked as if she remembered something and pretended as if he was invisible; she brushed right past him, ripped open the trashcan, and deposited the rubbish according to the classification.

Just when she spun around on her heels, his arm came up to stop her.

Tilly batted her eyelashes and asked cheerily, "Why have you come to the UK!?"

"I'm here for you!" Francis frowned.

In fact, he had just got off his plane and rushed here before he adapted himself to the time here. He sped right here immediately after he got her address. But with his phone completely dead and he was afraid of getting the wrong door, he had been standing outside the door for a couple of hours.

"Looking for me?" Tilly cried with a deadpan expression, "What for?!"

Francis stepped nearer and grasped her wrist with a serious look. "Tilly, I know that I may have hurt you. A lot. And I'm sorry about that. But I hope you won't do anything brash and jeopardize your future happiness by flippantly marrying a Westerner."

"It's none of your business!"

Tilly snorted, shook off his hand, and strode back inside.

The door barely slammed shut, but she quickly dove for her phone and she screamed excitedly, "Hello, Wendy!"

At the stylish and open-air coffee shop on the ground floor of a certain hotel.

Tilly leaned on the soft cushion of a sofa. Sitting opposite her was a middle-aged Englishman in a suit with a very stylish beard and a little boy who was the very spitting image of him. Both father and son were staring at her.

Absent-mindedly, she wiggled the straw in her drink.

Ding!

The elevator doors of the hotel opened not far away and she spied a familiar figure that she had been waiting for some time. Tilly suddenly sat up, her face glowing with a sudden beaming radiance at the father and son opposite her.

Her abrupt response filled the Englishman with hope and began chattering with fluent English.

He introduced himself to her warmly and expressed his fondness of her, enraptured by her beautiful smile, and he reached for her hand, eager to give her a kiss. However, his lips came down on nothing.

Right before his lips touched her skin, a stranger from nowhere yanked her hand away.

Tilly stared up with shock and saw Francis standing over their table. "Why are you here?!" "What on earth are you doing here?" Francis frowned and asked.

"Are you stupid? Can't you see that I am on a blind date!" Tilly shrugged her shoulders and slightly lifted her chin to signal back.

Francis said, suppressing himself, "You're coming with me!"

"No!" Tilly refused directly.

"Tilly King!" Francis shouted her name deeply.

Always with a sunny smile and a courteous and gentlemanly character, it was the first time she saw him in such a manic state.

"Why are you calling my full name in public!?" Tilly averted her eyes and lazily spun away, saying, "My blind date has nothing to do with you, Francis Wallace. You are nobody to me and my business is no concern of yours! Besides, my date and I are having a pleasant conversation. We might hit it off right off the bat and it's good having a child already! He is willing to marry me, and you can't, so just butt out of my life and just go!"

Francis's beautiful eye squinted and his face flushed with gloom and anger.

She leaned back to converse with the Englishman and the sight of it filled him with frenzy. He seized her hand and before she could retort, he blurted out, "Marry me!"

The sudden two words left Tilly stunned there.

She turned into a timid little kitten, allowing him to hold her hand and take her bag as he led her out of the hotel foyer.

Standing in the middle of the busy street, Tilly gently pulled his hand and asked him with a silly grin, "Francis, did I hear wrongly just now?"

"No," Francis feigned a cough and shook his head.

"So If you're not allowing me to go on a blind date with a middle-aged Englishman, does that mean you're accepting me?"

"Well, I accept it!"

Tilly snickered deep inside at getting what she wanted, but she insisted on settling it once and for all. "Well, I don't believe you... unless you kiss me!"

"There are people here." Francis's beautiful face went a little red.

Despite their Western education, they were still traditional deep inside. Even in a country with an open-minded culture, he felt shy nonetheless.

Tilly immediately looked crestfallen. She shook off his big hand and scowled, "If you're not kissing me, that means you're just toying with me! I'm going back to see that old man! He must still be there-" The last few syllables drowned in the meeting off their lips.

All Tilly knew was how her arm was pulled and a pair of hands cupping her chin before they kissed.

She only wanted to tease him and she didn't expect him to really kiss her in public.

With a soft moan when his tongue pried open her teeth, she closed her eyes and completely allowed herself to sink into his arms, letting him take her. In fact, the kiss they shared in the elevator that night was her first but she was so drunk that she remembered nothing about it, and this time, everything was so real.

Cheers and whistles rang all around them. Francis kept her pinned in his arms, "Now, are you satisfied?"

Tilly nodded like a shy and timid wife before she buried her face into him.

Francis spied at her red and swollen lips that he had just tasted and felt an itch in his heart. He pulled her and they ran to a quiet street where he pressed her against a wall and they kissed again, his arms wrapped firmly around her.

They kissed each other so deeply on the quiet street.

Falling in love was as sweet as honey. As winter descended on Ice City, Tilly never once felt cold with Francis by her side.

As snow pummeled at the city, she began to grow anxious. Gradually, Francis began to distance himself from her. She had tried looking for him herself, but he rebuffed her, citing that he was busy. Then she remembered something she saw online about how a relationship would change once a man and a woman had sex.

Tilly had no confidence in their relationship. That they became lovers was chiefly her initiative.

She deliberately chose to celebrate his birthday at his place, and as lovers, they shared moments of intimacy that led to her seducing him. Like all hot-blooded men, there was no way Francis could resist her advances.

It was only after that night did she discover the rough and savage side of him in bed behind his usual warm and cheerful demeanor.

She thought about his cold shoulder for the past few days and began to feel concerned. Is he going to shirk her right after he had conquered her?

Right after work, Tilly wandered around the mall for no reason and she found a bar after that.

Her cell phone never stopped ringing. Even as the screen vehemently displayed the name: Francis Wallace, she ignored it. In the end, she shut it off and began emptying her glass with gusto.

In the end, it was Francis again who came for her.

Just like their first encounter at the bar, Francis carried her all the way home. When he placed her down on the sofa and he wiped away her makeup, he said gently, "Did you know I searched almost every bar in Ice City just for you?"

"As if you care!" Tilly pouted.

She burst into tears almost immediately, saying, "You don't want me anymore, do you, Francis Wallace? You refuse to meet me, you hung up after just a few words! I know! You only want to marry me because you were forced to! I know, and I'm ready! So tell me directly if you want to break up!"

"Who said I'm want to break up?" Francis grinned at her, his gaze filled with love as he wiped her tears. "I've been busy. That's why I haven't been to see you. I'm busy setting up a surprise, but I'm sorry I can only tell you now."

He took out a square little box from his pocket.

Tilly saw the diamond ring inside and she was dumbfounded, "Are you proposing, Francis?!"

"Why else would a man buy rings?" Francis smiled.

"Is this real, Francis?!" Tilly looked at him incredulously and raised a hand to point at herself. "I, Tilly King?"

"Yes!" Francis nodded heavily.

Tilly bit her lips and looked at the diamond ring for a long time before looking back at him again. She clenched her fingers and said, "Tell me the truth Francis. Are you marrying me only because we've slept together? Cause if that's it, I don't want this. I'd rather wait till the day you're really in love with me."

Francis sighed helplessly, but the smile at the corner of his mouth did not diminish.

He said slowly and gently, "The thought crossed my mind the moment I unbuttoned your clothes. Otherwise, I wouldn't want you so easily. I've asked myself properly and I realize how I care about you more and more deeply., even if I did not see it at first. So yes, I'm sure. I'm in love with you!"

When Tilly heard the last few words, she couldn't hold back her tears. She reached out for him between sobs and laughter, afraid that he would go back on his words. "W-where is the ring? Put it on for me!"

It was not his ideal setting for a marriage proposal, but Francis still went down on one knee in front of her, holding her hand in one hand and the diamond ring in the other, saying very solemnly, "Tilly King, will you marry me?"

"I do!" Tilly choked with sobs and nodded.

Every girl finds the greatest love that she wants and Tilly King has found hers.