Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

Having known Simon for so many years, Janice was well aware of his tricks.

"Did Simon contact you?" Edward asked casually.

"Yes. We met." Janice was driving home as she spoke.

Edward did not say much more. "I have something to take care of. We'll talk later."

"Alright."

From the way he was dressed, he was probably heading out.

When she got home, Janice contacted the cemetery management and changed the registered contact number to her own. After that, she and Yvonne arranged the onboarding process for the new seamstresses.

At this stage, she planned to select a group of experienced seamstresses, along with those willing to work abroad, and send them to Prosper Stitch Group's overseas division. Transferring personnel was time-consuming.

By the time she was done with everything, evening had fallen, and Simon called again.

"Janice, are you busy? Let's have dinner together. I specifically reserved a table at your old favorite restaurant." His tone was filled with apparent goodwill. However, favors from him never came without hidden motives.

Janice's guard went up instinctively. "What time?"

"If you're free now, I can pick you up."

"No need. Just send me the address."

"That works."

After hanging up, she soon received a text from Simon.

"Are you going out, Janice?" asked Jacob.

"Yes. Simon asked me to dinner."

"Why are you still in contact with him?" Jacob's brows furrowed together.

"I haven't seen him fall yet. Of course, I have to stay connected. By the way,

where's that special hangover remedy at home?"

"I put it in your study drawer."

"Got it."

She grabbed the remedy, got in the car, and drove to the restaurant. As she neared the entrance, she slipped the smalt vial into her pocket before heading inside. The moment she stepped into the restaurant, @waiter greeted her.

It was rare for Simon to be this meticulous, which only confirmed that his

intentions were anything but simple.

Inside the private dining room, Simon was already waiting. "Janice."

Her expression remained neutral as she took the seat across from him. "What's the occasion?"

"Come on, we've made up, haven't we? A proper dinner is the least we can do to celebrate."

Made up? What a joke.

Janice watched him pour her a glass of red wine.

In the past, Simon never drank with her. In private, he had even forbidden her

from drinking, claiming that women should not get drunk.

"How's the shipment from Solterra?" she asked.

"The down payment had been made. They said the goods will arrive at the factory by midnight. The supplier expedited the delivery, probably because of Refined Threads Co.'s reputation. They wouldn't dare detay." His voice brimmed with smugness.

Simon believed everything was finally falling back into place. The only thing left

was getting his hands on Janice's crochet piece.

"Come on, let's celebrate. Once everything is back on track, we'll finally get married."

A calculating glint flashed in his eyes.

Janice found it almost laughable. Did he ever look at himself in the mirror?

Their glasses clinked lightly as she glanced at the wine in her glass. She had drunk enough in her lifetime to know better. She could tell just by the scent if something was off This wine was fine, so she took a sip without hesitation.

Simon eagerly introduced the dishes, going out of his way to serve her, playing the role of the most devoted man in the world. He also frequently raised his glass, urging her to drink with him.

After drinking more than half the bottle, the alcohol started to take effect. Simon's head felt light, but he had not accomplished his goal yet. Under the influence of wine, he slid closer to her.

She leaned slightly against the armrest of her chair, watching him with an amused smile. For a brief moment, Simon was dazed.noveldrama