Chapter 768 - 765: Quite a Bit of Thought

Chapter 768: Chapter 765: Quite a Bit of Thought

Seth Quinn was a little frustrated. Things weren’t off to a good start—he’d picked the wrong movie!

Throughout the whole movie, Clara Grant sat bolt upright without batting an eye, let alone getting scared and burrowing into his arms.

As they left the theater after the movie, Clara Grant even shared her new ambition with great enthusiasm. "If I ever get the chance, I’d love to star in a horror film. By the way, does the company have any horror film projects?"

"No!" Seth Quinn’s reply was firm and decisive. ’He’s decided that for the rest of his life, the company will never invest in a horror film. After today, he’s basically allergic to them.’

"So now, my beautiful Miss Grant, are you ready to accept my pursuit and become my girlfriend?" ’Since the movie was so perfectly to her liking, surely she must have felt his sincerity, right?’

Clara Grant rolled her eyes. "You take me to one movie and expect me to say yes to you? You’ll have to show a little more sincerity than that. Besides, I haven’t had my fill of being pursued yet."

"Alright, then I’ll just keep pursuing you." Seth Quinn indulgently ruffled the soft hair on top of her head. He glanced at his watch—it was already time for lunch. "Come on, I’ll treat you to a meal."

He took Clara Grant to a Western restaurant she was very fond of. The moment she walked in, she thought it was strange. The restaurant was always busy, and it would normally be packed to the gills at this hour. Today, however, it was completely quiet. Other than the two of them, there wasn’t a single other customer.

Just as they sat down, the melodious sound of a violin began to play. Clara Grant turned her head and saw a violinist standing not far behind her, engrossed in playing a beautiful piece of music.

She had just pulled her gaze away from the violinist and was turning to Seth Quinn in surprise, about to ask a question, when she saw the restaurant manager himself approaching with a large bouquet of brilliant roses. He then handed the bouquet to Seth Quinn.

Seth Quinn accepted the flowers and glanced at them, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. He then stood, walked over to Clara Grant, and bent down slightly. With one hand behind his back, he held the bouquet out before her.

Clara Grant froze for a moment, then asked, a little dumbfounded, "Are these for me?"

The moment the words left her mouth, she realized how silly the question was. ’Who else could they possibly be for?’

Seth Quinn’s lips curved into a smile. "Of course."

Clara Grant took the flowers. Looking at the blossoms, so vibrant they looked as if they were still wet with dew, she couldn’t help but lean in and take a sniff. "They smell amazing!"

"Do you like them?"

"Yes, I love them." A radiant smile spread across Clara Grant’s face. "This is the first time you’ve ever given me flowers."

"If you like them, I’ll send you a bouquet every day from now on." Watching her smile, Seth Quinn felt his own grin widen unconsciously.

"Every day? Oh, no, you don’t have to do that." ’What a waste of money,’ she thought. ’Even though she knew he wasn’t hurting for cash, there was no need for him to buy her flowers every single day.’

Once Seth Quinn was back in his seat, he gestured to the manager behind him. The manager understood instantly and motioned to his staff.

Clara Grant set the flowers aside and looked back at Seth Quinn. "You didn’t book out this entire restaurant, did you?"

"I did. Why?"

"When did you do all this? How did I not know anything about it?"

"Yesterday. I planned out our entire date yesterday, so of course, I had to get everything arranged properly."

"Well, it looks like you put a lot of thought into this date." ’Even if his methods were a bit old-fashioned—the typical rich-guy cliché—she still felt a warmth blooming in her chest.’