A Chance to Be My Girlfriend

Joyce didn't come alone; she had a little tail behind her, Samson.

The thought of Joyce's misunderstanding made Vivian feel like her head was about to explode.

She suddenly realized that every encounter with Jerome seemed to be spiraling out of her control.

"Mr Williams, you better go inside quickly," Vivian, fully aware of Joyce's personality, kept urging Jerome to leave.

Jerome, completely clueless, noticed Samson and asked, "Isn't that your cousin?"

Before he could react, Joyce had already approached them, making it too late for Jerome to escape.

Vivian, with a forced smile, greeted them, "Aunt, why are you here?"

"If I didn't come, I wouldn't know how you planned to deceive me. You're hugging each other, and you still won't admit it?"

Joyce, dressed in a red floral top and simple black pants, attracted attention near the MFC Group, where mostly young people worked.

"I really didn't lie to you."

Vivian, facing the most awkward situation of her life, directed her frustration at Samson and kicked him, "Explain this!"

Samson said as he was hopping while holding his backside, "Vivian, it's a good thing that you're in love, and my brother-in-law is so outstanding. Why keep it a secret from the family?"

"This little rascal!"

Frustrated, Vivian kicked his ass.

"Exactly, look at how energetic this young man is."

Joyce, who appreciated beautiful appearances, had developed a favorable impression of Jerome after hearing Samson's tales of MFC's legendary stories on the way.

With similar professions and the fact that he was a capable CEO, Joyce found them a perfect match.

She spoke with a different tone, softening her voice, "According to Samson, you are Vivian's boyfriend?"

Jerome guessed that Joyce was probably Vivian's elder relative.

He glanced at Vivian, who seemed to confirm the suspicion.

Joyce, aware of Vivian's nature, thought Jerome might be threatened by Vivian to keep their relationship a secret.

She immediately intervened, "Don't mind her. Just tell me the truth. I will support you."

Frustrated, Vivian exclaimed, "Why would I lie to you for no reason? Mr Williams, speak the truth quickly."

Jerome caught between the expectant Samson and the seemingly conflicted Vivian, finally understood the situation.

It seemed like Vivian wanted to be with him but hesitated to confess openly.

He felt a bit conflicted; while he appreciated Vivian's pursuit, it had only been a few days since they met.

Getting together so quickly seemed a bit hasty.

He thought of denying it but reconsidered.

Rejecting a girl in front of her family could make Vivian upset.

Considering her teary-eyed look, Jerome hesitated and came up with a "better" answer, "Yes, we did announce our relationship when I visited Samson with Vivian a few days ago."

Hearing this, Vivian gasped, wide-eyed and incredulous.

She did not quarrel with Jerome, so why would he frame her like this?

The only two people delighted in the scene were probably Joyce and Samson.

Joyce, now referring to Jerome by his name, took his hand affectionately.

"Are you free tonight, Jerome? Come to Aunt's place for dinner."

In just a short time, the address changed from "young man" to "Jerome".

Clearly, this development had something to do with Samson.

Vivian decided to settle the scores later and tried to hurry Joyce, "He doesn't have time for dinner. He's very busy with work."

Jerome, not understanding Vivian's intentions, corrected her, "I am indeed busy, but I usually have dinner at a regular time."

"That's right. Let's go; Aunt's house is nearby. It won't take much time."

Dragging Jerome toward the direction of the residential area, Joyce left Vivian behind.

Samson, still confused, approached with a silly smile, "Sis, you're amazing. You've conquered the MFC's CEO. You're my life idol."

Vivian seized Samson's ear, "Troublemaker, you're responsible for explaining tonight!"

Joyce's house was indeed not far from the MFC Group, just a ten-minute walk away.

Jerome had worked in the company for many years, and this was the first time he discovered this alley beside his own company.

The cylindrical building had peeling walls, and the low fence had glass shards manually placed on top.

Jerome couldn't fathom why anyone would attempt theft in such a place.

Inside Joyce's house, Jerome found no surprises.

The narrow room reminded him of what he had seen on television.

The leather sofa in the middle was slightly sagging from long-term use.

Cracks appeared on the edges of the walls, and the furniture had the retro wooden color popular in the 1990s.

Even the coffee table in front of him seemed like an antique that could be exhibited in a museum.

Jerome couldn't help but feel sorry for Vivian.

How could she live in such poverty?

On the way, Jerome had wondered why Vivian looked so displeased all along, and it wasn't until they entered her house that he understood.

The girl, with a thin face and strong self-esteem, probably wanted to leave a good impression and didn't want him to discover her family's poor background.

It made sense; everyone wants to present their perfect side to someone they like.

"You don't need to feel inferior. Although the conditions at home are indeed not great, I won't look down on you."

Jerome, noticing Vivian's deepening frown, tried to comfort her.

"Besides, it's just a meal. I'll show you enough respect."

Vivian twitched her mouth and squeezed a smile which never reached her eyes, "Well, thank you very much."