Love Between A Cook And A Doctor

Chapter 33 Interview

Before she entered the He Group, a familiar figure came over.

She suddenly stopped.

The man was dressed in a light blue suit. The corners of his mouth curved up, and his expression was

still unruly.

He glanced at the people beside him with a faint smile, brushed past Nancy and walked out of the He

Group.

Nancy looked at him in a daze.

That person, it was that man...

She thought for a second and rushed out.

The man had already got in the car. He stepped on the gas and drove away.

Nancy chased after him regardless of anything.

At least, she had to know who he was!

The car was driving very fast. She chased after it in vain and shouted, "Hello... Stop for a while... "

The road was crowded with cars.

A taxi slammed on the brake in front of her, but she couldn't dodge. She sprained her ankle and fell to

the ground.

"You're courting death!" The driver stuck his face out of the window and cursed.

Nancy couldn't stand it anymore.

She cried sadly.

The bag was thrown on the ground, and the change was scattered all over the ground.

Her makeup was ruined by tears.

Her beautiful clothes were also stained with dust.

But the most sad thing was that she brushed past that man.

But that person had already forgotten her...

She covered her face and cried so sadly that she even forgot about the interview...

"Mr. Moore, there seemed to be a girl chasing our car just now..." The driver said gingerly.

"Leave her alone." Moore stretched himself and said, "I don't know her."

Be rather baffling.

Since Nancy wasn't in the mood for an interview, she decided not to go to the He Group.

She went back home in a daze.

"Nancy, I've been calling you. Why didn't you answer it?" Donna chattered.

"Mom, I took the wrong bag and didn't take my phone. How could you find me?" She was depressed.

"Okay." Donna looked at her daughter's ruined makeup and asked, "Why are you so embarrassed? Did

the interviewer ask you to carry the sandbag? "

Nancy was not in the mood to joke. She kicked her shoes and went into her room. "Bang!" she closed

the door.

Donna wanted to say more, but Jacob shook her head and said, "Let her go."

It was obvious that she had failed the interview. Why bother asking?

"It doesn't matter if she failed in the interview. The most important thing is not to fail in the blind date on

weekend." Said Donna in a low voice.

Jacob smiled bitterly.

Did his parents think that everything would be fine after Nancy got married?

He sighed.

The matter was far more serious than what Nancy thought.

On the weekend, York specially gave himself a holiday. He carefully adjusted his tie in front of the

dressing mirror.

Nancy had a bad feeling.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Do you still want to ask? I'll go with you. " Donna was still ironing York's suit.

Nancy was thunderstruck.

'Come on, I'll leave as soon as I finish a glass of water, okay?'

"Peter has made an appointment with us at a teahouse near our middle school today. After drinking

tea, we can go back to the school to see our teachers. Alas, it has been decades." York said with a

nostalgic expression.

'It's okay to talk about the old days. Why do you have to gather your children together?'

"Doesn't Uncle Peter have a daughter?"

York rolled his eyes at her in the mirror and said, "No. If he had, he would have taken a fancy to your

brother. You're not as good as him. "

Being disparaged by her father, Nancy touched her nose.

The father put on his suit and said, "Well, don't let him wait." He glanced at his daughter with a rare

smile on his face. "My daughter has grown up and is going to get married."

'It's far from that!'

"I'm sure he doesn't like me." Said Nancy helplessly.

"I think so." York nodded without hesitation.

Nancy felt helpless again.

'Dad, am I your daughter or not!'

In the parking lot of the tea house, a limited edition sports car was particularly eye-catching.

York got off the car without looking sideways and walked into the teahouse.

Only Nancy stood in front of the car and sighed.

It was such a smooth figure, but she didn't dare to race on it even if she had ten guts.

Her father's friend had arrived early.

When Peter saw York from a distance, he had already stood up and walked to the door of the private

room to welcome him.

A young man also stood up lazily and stood beside his father.

He was dressed in light colored casual clothes, showing his unruly look.

Peter looked back at him and sighed.

"You..." He didn't want to say anything more.

"Since you know what kind of person I am, don't take me to the date." Moore said lazily.

"You..." He wouldn't have brought him here if he hadn't arranged a blind date for him!

While speaking, York had already walked to the door.

Peter held York's hands and said, "Senior York, it's been a long time since we met last time. You seem

to be still the same as decades ago."

With a bitter smile, York said, "How can I be the same? My daughter has grown up. " Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He turned around and wanted his daughter to greet Peter.

But he almost fainted with anger when he turned around.

His daughter was staring at Peter's son without blinking. She was almost drooling.

He glanced at Peter's son. Although he was good-looking, his daughter grew up in a group of

handsome men. How could she be so excited at the first sight of him?

He was pissed off.

Moore also looked back at Moore.

Moore turned her head away and called, "Uncle York."

He frowned and looked away. It seemed that he was not willing to be "appreciated" like this.

Peter cleared his throat, "Hey, don't stand at the door. Let's go inside and have a seat. The teahouse

here didn't change for decades, but the boss had already died. Alas. Your daughter is so beautiful... "

Nancy was still standing at the door.

She stared at Moore and asked, "Do... Do you remember me? "

Moore glanced at her and asked, "Who are you?"

She felt a lump in her throat and said, "I'm the one you mistook that day..."

He said impatiently, "I know. I mean, who are you? "

His attitude was so bad that her heart trembled and she was inevitably excited.

Because he remembered her, really remembered.

"I... My name is Nancy Nelson. "

"Haven't you two come in yet?" York urged with a frown.

Moore didn't reply. He turned around and walked into the box.

"You two look like old friends at the first sight." Peter was happy, "My son looks like he hasn't grown up

yet. Your daughter looks like her brother very much. He is very calm."

And she looked quite pure.

He didn't ask for too much to marry a daughter-in-law.

As long as she was pure and kind from a decent family.

He didn't want his son to be enchanted by a bitch. Although he didn't have much money, he was very

traditional on this.

York smiled awkwardly.

"How about asking Moore to take... take..." Peter didn't know her name.

"My name is Nancy Nelson, Uncle Peter." Nancy felt embarrassed.

"Uh, right. Let Moore take Nancy out for a ride. We two can talk about the past."

York looked at her daughter coldly, who was staring Moore eagerly.

His heart ached.

It was one thing to marry her out.

It was another thing to see that she was so eager for him!

"Hurry up, Moore." Peter urged.

Moore grabbed the key and said, "Okay, let's go." He nodded, "Uncle York, I've ordered tea. It'll be

served soon. I'll take her out for a while."

Nancy followed Moore out of the room.

"Your name is Moore?"

Rolling his eyes, Moore replied, "Yes, Moore He"

He was distressed for a long time when he found the wrong person that day.

He called Cherry for a long time after driving Nancy out, but she didn't answer.

These days, she simply turned off the phone he sent her.

The little hope that had been ignited was extinguished in this way.

He didn't know what went wrong.

Maybe everything had become ridiculous since he hugged this little girl that night?

Nancy smiled foolishly and said, "This name is really suitable for you."

Moore narrowed his eyes.

This guy!

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he said, "Come on, get in the car."

He jumped into his sports car.

Nancy gasped.

Damn it! He was the owner of the sports car she had just praised!

"Is it... your car?"

He looked at her indifferently in his seat and said, "Yes. You can choose to get in or go upstairs. "

He pretended to close the door, but she dodged and got into the passenger seat.

There were only two seats in the car. The two of them sat in and were almost close to each other.

She blushed and lowered her head to look for the seat belt to hide her excitement. "I... I didn't expect to

meet you here... "

This girl showed all her happiness, anger and sorrow on her pink face.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't expect that? Have you ever thought of me? " He smiled

wickedly, "What have you ever thought about me?" He smiled, "Do you miss what happened in my villa

that day?"

Her face turned purple.

"You... Don't talk nonsense... " She was saying that, but the expression on her face was telling the

truth. What he said was true.

He frowned.

He didn't want to be tied up with this girl like this. What he liked and pursued was Cherry.

He rolled his eyes and put on his windproof glasses. "I think you don't mind me driving faster, do you?"

"What?" Before she came to her senses, the car roared and rushed out.

Nancy screamed. As soon as the convertible was opened, a huge wave of wind poured into the car,

blocking her throat tightly.

Help!

Moore smiled slyly.

He stepped on the gas again. The car roared and drove faster and faster.