Let Me Propose to You Chapter 2

I happily shared what had just happened in our friends' chat.

Actually, I didn't have many friends in this city; my so-called "friends" were just the partners of Fox’s circle of acquaintances.

BoldChloe’sLuxuryLife: Iris, such a perfect opportunity to climb the ladder, and that's all you asked for? Get out of here.

Ethan’sStandInGirlfriend: Next time, don't send news about such a small request just to annoy us girls.

Maya’sBabyOnTheRun: Take this, patron gets rich, no side effects version.

Only Liam’sMyBoy was carefully analyzing the situation:

The Vance family has always wanted to form an alliance with Fox. I heard they even had dinner together last week, so an engagement is probably on the agenda.

Also, Fox is a heartless man; he drove his own brother to suicide. Iris wouldn't dare demand too much. She'd be locked up in a minute.

Me: Exactly! He seemed so angry when he left, it was terrifying! T_T

—They all knew Fox was famously difficult in their circles.

Though handsome and wealthy, he had a terrible temper and many rules.

His stamina was also extraordinary, often leaving me utterly exhausted.

But back then, I was a dutiful "gold sparrow." I could endure anything for money.

Later, news came that Fox had gone bankrupt.

"Iris, you should go. I have no money left."

He had been expelled by the Forrester family, his suit crumpled, his back so desolate, as if abandoned by the world.

I did want to leave.

But my mind quickly churned—

Fox, a proud scion, had fallen to rock bottom. If I helped him now, he would surely remember my kindness when he made his comeback.

And with his intelligence, earning money again was only a matter of time.

It had to be better than me going out and working, right?

My foot, already stepping away, immediately retracted.

I tentatively asked:

"…Actually, those bags and shoes you gave me before, I secretly sold a few and used the money to buy a small apartment."

"Fox, do you want to come home with me?"

He nodded slightly.

So, I took him back to that sixty-square-meter little apartment.

We made a few rules, adding them to the end of our original contract:

One, during bankruptcy, Fox couldn't freeload; he had to work to pay for rent.

Two, he wasn't allowed to lose his temper.

Three, he had to listen to me at my place; if he angered me, he’d sleep in the spare room.

That night, sitting at the dining table, Fox ate every last bit of the tomato and egg noodles I cooked, leaving not even a drop of soup.

After eating, he uncharacteristically washed the dishes without being asked, silent the entire time, like a large dog caught in the rain.

Late at night, Fox pressed down on me, making the small pink bed creak.

I protested this abusive behavior of riding roughshod over my benefactor.

"Can you be gentler! The bed will break, and we can't afford a new one!"

I tried to kick him, but he caught my foot.

He kissed his way up my ankle, his breath hot, yet his words were meticulously careful:

"Iris Young, thank you… for still being willing to love me."

"I swear, I won't let you live like this for too long."

—Having my own place, no matter the size, that could shelter me from the wind and rain, and where I could eat hot meals every day, had always been my dream.

I honestly didn't think this life was hard at all.

But Fox seemed to have misunderstood something.

Never mind.

At least he looked full of fight, and his eyes sparkled again.