Try Begging

Episode 187

"I'm sorry, but I have a prior engagement this weekend."

It seemed as if he could hear Mrs. Tate nagging behind him, "It was a pre-arranged engagement with your daughter."

The man who likes Grace doesn't know how to give up even after being rejected several times for a date. He may be retreating now with a look on his face like a puppy that got wet from the rain, but he will be flirting with Grace again tomorrow morning.

"Norman, stop harassing my star and come here!"

As the president shouted from behind the half-open door of his office, Norman turned around, lifting his fedora and waving goodbye.

He was not a very handsome man, but he had a friendly impression and gave off the exact opposite vibe of that man. He was also a public relations manager with good ability and income. In many ways, he seemed like a good husband and father. However, Grace, who had no interest in marriage, was naturally not interested in men.

That is, when I wasn't interested in marriage.

"Norman."

"yes?"

As Norman turned around on his way to the president's office, Grace impulsively shouted.

"I don't have any plans this evening."

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The afternoon sunlight poured in through the high windows that reached the ceiling. The sound of teacups being placed and laughter occasionally broke out between the flowing conversation.

The atmosphere in the reception room where the interview was in full swing was extremely friendly.

"It's already been three years since you became the hero of Christmas."

A female reporter who looked to be around the same age as the count smiled seductively.

"As a journalist, I always feel that Your Majesty's popularity never wanes. I even heard from Mr. Pierce that the Count is still receiving love letters from all over the country."

The Count, who was sitting cross-legged on an armchair in a gray suit, smiled sheepishly, causing the corners of the reporter's mouth to rise even higher.

"I think of it more as a letter of support than a love letter."

"Oh, my fans will be upset if they hear that."

"A fan...."

The count frowned slightly and groaned in embarrassment. Does that man make such dirty sounds in bed? The reporter unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse that was choking her neck and waved the notebook in her hand like a fan.

"I am just a soldier and the head of a family, so the word fan doesn't seem to suit me."

"Still, you're more popular than most movie stars."

The reporter took the October issue of the magazine out of her handbag and opened it.

"At Modern Lady, we hold a popularity poll for our readers every season. This fall, you were voted the most attractive man."

In addition, the reporter showed her how 'Count Leon Winston' was at the top of all the popularity polls, such as the man she wanted to marry, the man she wanted to kiss, the man she wanted to spend the night with, etc. The whole time, the count, who had been staring at her with a slanted gaze and his forehead resting on his hand as if he was troubled, frowned and began to speak.

"It's an honor, but I only want to be number one to one woman."

"Oh my... ."

The reporter covered his mouth with one hand and blushed.