Mysterious Mr.Richard

You don't want to marry me

As night fell, the black Mercedes-Benz drove into Gerbera Residence in Yoreast Hills Garden. Ted got

out from the passenger seat, opened the door to the back seat, and said, "Mr. Zellweger."

After Richard got out of the car, he buttoned his suit and headed straight into the villa.

The dinner was ready. Seeing Richard, Mrs. Zellweger asked faintly, "You're back."

"Yep." Richard took off his jacket. He then sat in his seat and looked at Adriana, but didn't say

anything.

Adriana originally wanted to greet him. But as she saw her cold face, she didn't do it.

"You have not been home for a few days. Is work getting busier?" Richard's mother sensed how weird

the atmosphere was and said.

"Everything is okay."

Richard had never complained about either his work or personal life. He was very harsh towards his

employees, but he was even harsher on himself. So his employees had no reason to complain.

His mother really admired his personality.

"You should take care of your health, no matter how busy you are at work. You have to know that you

are not only representing yourself, but also the whole Zellweger Group and the stocks that come with

it."

Richard slightly frowned.

The first thing that his mother was worried about when her son fainted was not his health, but how it

would affect the group. Other's mother wouldn't do this.

Mrs. Zellweger did not seem to notice Richard's displeasure. She just said, "Richard, Adriana made this

soup for you. It's good for good. Have a try."

"I'm not very hungry," Richard's voice was as cold as ever.

Adriana's face turned a little pale.

"Adriana cared so much for you that she worked through the afternoon to make the soup for you. You

could at least taste it. Adriana is not even married to you yet. If the Wood family hears about this, they

will think that the Zellweger family is treating their daughter-in-law poorly." Mrs. Zellweger said.

Then she asked the maid to bring a bowl of the soup over to Richard.

The soup looked like it had been stewed for quite some time. Usually, even if he did not have any

appetite, he would drink it out of courtesy so as to not embarrass Adriana.

However, ever since the banquet, Richard was reluctant to see Adriana again. He had even

reconsidered their engagement.

He didn't touch a drop of it.

Adriana was disappointed and depressed.

Mrs. Zellweger frowned at this.

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Then Mrs. Zellweger changed the topic. "Richard, what do you think about Grandma's 80th birthday

banquet? Let's have it in the city this year and book the Westin Hotel."

"Grandma hates being elaborate."

Richard obviously liked his grandma more: "Grandma spends her birthdays in the countryside every

year. We just need to prepare gifts for her."

"But we would still need to invite some relatives. I am afraid that the hotels there are not great enough."

"It's better to ask her first." Richard said.

Since Cicely permanently lived in the countryside, she rarely met outsiders except for the festivals and

holidays.

"Okay, then you can ask Grandma and see what she prefers so that I can prepare in advance." Mrs.

Zellweger said.

"Richard, try this. It's good." Adriana carefully placed some dishes on Richard's plate.

Richard did not refuse.

Adriana hesitated for a while and said: "By the way, Richard. Should we send the wedding invitation

out?"

"No need to be so rush."

His words caused awkwardness once again.

What he said was hard for people to not overthink it, especially Adriana, who was getting sleepless

nights worrying about the marriage deal.

Right then, Adriana's face was paler than ever.

She knew how bad Richard's temper was and he did not have much patience.

"Alright. It's up to you." After a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

Richard put down his utensils just after a few bites.

"It's getting late. Richard, send Adriana home safely before you go back, lest something happens." Mrs.

Zellweger said.

"Okay." Then he put on jacket and walked out.

Adriana followed Richard out hurriedly.

It was late at night. The car was driving towards the direction of the city from the suburbs.

It was silent in the spacious backseat of the car. Richard leaned against the back of his seat and closed

his eyes to rest.

Ever since the drugging incident, he was really reconsidering whether he should revoke the

engagement.

The Wood and the Zellweger family had little common interests. So it would be quite easy to cancel the

wedding.

Adriana also understood these. Therefore, she was more anxious than anyone else after the banquet.

"You don't want to marry me, do you, Richard?"

Adriana sounded like she was trying to hold back her tears.

Richard opened his eyes and saw a panic-stricken face looking at him uneasily.

To be honest, men were actually more likely to be soft-hearted.

"I know what I did was wrong but I really had no other choice. Please don't hate me..." Before Richard

could speak, Adriana choked on her sobs and said.