Flash Marriage: Falling in Love with My Contract Husband

"I don't wanna go on a blind date! This is so old-fashioned. I won't find any good men by going on blind dates, okay? So Mom, don't waste your time talking me into it."

I was 25 and now being forced by my mom to go on a blind date. I really felt this was ridiculous.

"Anyway, you have to go," my mom said.

"No!" I refused firmly.

"Fine. Then don't regret it," my mom sneered coldly.

Then, she said she wouldn't give me pocket money this week, and I cursed in my heart, Damn it. Not again, Mom. Is there anything else you can do? Anyway, I won't compromise this time. This is really outrageous.

I didn't want to admit it, but in the end, I compromised. Riding my scooter, I went to the place for the blind date with my pajamas and slippers on.

I sat by the window of the coffee shop, feeling bored as I looked outside. I clicked my tongue and muttered impatiently, "What's wrong with that guy? Still hasn't shown up? Looks like he's really crap at appointments and times."

"Hello, are you Miss Calvert?" A pretty boy, who was about 6 feet tall, had eight-pack abs, and dressed in formal attire, suddenly appeared in front of me and reached out his hand towards me.

Looking at him, I whistled in my heart and thought, Oh, yeah. He's my type.

"Hello, I'm Isabel Calvert. You are Mr. Fowler, right?" I immediately reached out to shake hands with him. Somehow, I felt the touch a bit familiar.

I thought to myself, Well. His hand is really nice. But it'll be great if I can touch his abs.

"Miss Calvert? Miss Calvert?" The pretty boy seemed to have sensed my desire through my eager eyes, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

I cleared my throat and said, "Well, Mr. Fowler, it's a blind date, right? So, let me ask you. Do you have cars, houses, and money?"

At the same time, I sighed in my heart, What a pity. Though he's my type, I hate blind dates. So, goodbye. Seeing him hesitate to speak, I picked up my bag directly and was ready to leave.

The pretty boy hurriedly grabbed my hand and explained, "Miss... Miss Calvert, I only have a two-story villa, a Bentley, and 10 million dollars in savings. But I will work hard to strive for it. Trust me!"

I silently stared at his hand on my wrist, thinking, Only? Damn it. That's a lot, okay?

But he just happens to meet my mom's standards. Should I just choose him and marry him? No, no, no. I can't be such a scumbag.

The pretty boy noticed my gaze and quickly let go of my hand, stammered, "Well... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

I slightly shook my head. "It's okay. I think..."

At this time, another man's voice suddenly sounded. "Table 4? Yeah, here. Hello, Miss. Are you Isabel Calvert?"

A gentle and elegant man politely asked me so, and I was completely confused.

"Yes, I am. What's the matter?" I replied.

"Hello, Miss Calvert. I'm your blind date today, Gordon Fowler."

Hearing his words, I was shocked and confused.

"You are my blind date? Then who is he?" My gaze wandered between the two men in front of me.

At the same time, I exclaimed in my heart, Seriously? What the hell is going on? Can someone explain this to me?

Oh, this is so embarrassing! This is definitely not my lucky day today.

"Isabel, I'm Trey Fowler, Adriana Fowler's younger brother. Didn't she tell you that we are celebrating her birthday together today?" The pretty boy, Trey, looked at me with his innocent eyes.

I complained in my heart, Damn it. Then why didn't you make it clear to me in the first place? So, you two have the same surname, Fowler? Wow. You two must be brothers or something. I must look like a fool in your eyes.

"Isabel, I'm here!" Adriana came.

Hearing Adriana's voice, I felt a little helpless, thinking, Fine. Another fool is coming. So, this is real, huh?

I asked Adriana, "Adriana, why didn't you tell me that your brother has returned to the country?"

I rolled up my sleeves, on the edge of a rampage. If Adriana didn't give me a sound reason, I swore I would teach her a good lesson today.

Adriana replied, "Come on, you didn't read the message, did you? I sent you a message this morning, and you didn't reply. I thought you had no problem with it."

Looking at the innocent expression on her face, I then took out my phone from my pocket. It was dead...

So, I could blame no one but myself. Instantly, my anger dissipated.

Feeling helpless, I looked up at Gordon.

"Mr. Fowler, you have also seen what's going on here. I'm really sorry. I'll treat you to a meal next time as an apology."

"It's okay, Miss Calvert. Let's have a meal together another day," Gordon smiled gentlemanly.

"Thank you, Mr. Fowler. You are such a nice man."

Seeing Gordon being so considerate, I felt a little touched.

When Gordon heard the words 'nice man', his eyes darkened, and he smiled meaningfully before turning around and leaving.

After Gordon left, I turned and looked at Adriana and Trey.

"So, tell me. What's this all about?" I asked Adriana with a half-smile, and Trey silently went elsewhere.

"Well. I can explain," Adriana smiled awkwardly. "5 million dollars, win my brother's heart. He has a house, a car, and a lot in his savings. Trust me. You'll make no loss in it."

"Thanks, but no thanks. Your brother is 22, right? I'm 3 years older than him! What are you thinking? Your parents won't agree. Anyway, I don't want to get in trouble," I said in a half-joking manner and patted Adriana on the back.

But Adriana said, "Come on. You two look like a perfect match. And besides, that's not really your concern, right?"

She seemed to be testing me, but then again, maybe not. I didn't find anything fishy.

I chuckled, "Forget it. Well, I'm going back to have lunch. Let's meet tonight."

"Okay, see you at the usual place."

After saying that, Adriana casually put the card into my pocket and then left.