Our Love (Jenlisa Adaptation)

Classic bitch

" Jisoo told me that you have a son. Seth, right?"

Jennie pursed her lips and corrected her interlocutor:

" Sam. My son's name is Sam. And he is three years old."

" Yeah, who is his father?"

" Bong, don't you think this is too personal a question?"  the woman looked at the man with a piercing gaze, raising one eyebrow in displeasure.

" I'm sorry. Was that too arrogant of me? " Bong's smile was too wide to be sincere.

"Considering that we met an hour ago, yes," Jennie put the napkin on her lap and drank some water from the glass.

"Okay, maybe we'll know each other a lot better by the end of the night," he said softly, winking at Jennie. Bong thought he was irresistible to a girl. But the girl herself thought that it was quite disgusting and too vulgar.

Bong invited her to a fashionable restaurant that Jennie had recently visited with her parents. It was a predictable choice given his wealth. For some reason, most men believe that women want expensive food, expensive wines and expensive cars. Would they die if they showed a little more originality?

Given her composure, rationality and practicality, Jennie, of course, had some list in her head of what qualities her betrothed should have. Bong has already earned his first negative by asking too personal questions.

A few seconds later, a waiter approached their table. Before Jennie could even open her mouth to say anything, Bong flashed a smug smile and said,

" We'll take a bottle of your best Cabernet Sauvignon and two select medium"rare steaks. The lady would like to try the salad, but I'll take it..."

Jennie couldn't stand it and abruptly interrupted Bong. She suddenly felt disgusted by her gentleman, even felt nauseous. No man had the right to decide for her. Honestly, no one had the right to decide for her. She was a successful adult woman. She had her own opinion on every issue and was used to doing everything herself. And she also wanted to make the order herself.

"Actually," Jennie said calmly.  "I would drink a glass of Chardonnay. I'll also have grilled salmon with lemon butter and a salad with seasonal vegetables. And please ask the cook not to overdo the salt. Thank you."

The waiter smiled welcomingly and nodded. He then turned to Bong, who was looking at Jennie with his mouth slightly open and his brow furrowed.

"Sir?" asked the waiter.

"Oh yes," the man answered absently. Quickly placing his order, he smiled tightly and looked at Jennie. "I didn't know you didn't eat red meat. My apologies."

"I eat red meat, Bong," Jennie answered him with the same insincere smile. "But today I didn't want him. You'd know that if you'd bothered to ask what I wanted before you ordered.

Bong cleared his throat and looked around the room. His face was red with embarrassment. But there was disappointment in the eyes. The man now clearly understood that Jennie was not his type of woman. He needed a beautiful, but empty candy, meekly submitting to any of his decisions. But Jennie wasn't like that. She wanted to make decisions herself. Hard nut to crack. Conquering it is a very difficult task, and the game is hardly worth the candle...

Jennie fidgeted with her legs under the table and tried not to make eye contact with her man for the evening. Great, she thought. She would have to sit like that all evening, imitating a weak semblance of a conversation. She could only hope that the waiter would bring the order very quickly, and then the check, even faster.

***

"Okay, hold on, baby," said Lisa, lying on the floor. " I'll get up now." Sam laughed as the girl wrapped her arms around his sides and rose to her feet.