BXBX NOVEL Chapter 145: Best Rebounder
And returning to the matter at hand, I began to mentally piece together the information I had gathered from eavesdropping on Elaine's conversation.
'I mean, seriously, she was clearly hiding something, and now I find out she's got this ex who's stuck in a 'can't move on' mode. Some guys, I tell ya, it's like they're running low on brain cells! Why do they keep 'simping' on women?
I mean, Korea practically has a surplus of women for every man, and they're still out here wasting their time chasing one like they're hunting for a rare species called "Woman"!"
"Why can't all men just be like me?" I wondered aloud, half-jokingly, as if I held the secret formula to becoming the perfect CHAD.
"But at least now, I know what to do," I said with a sly grin spreading across my face. Listening in on Elaine's conversation had provided me with a valuable insight into her emotions. Instead of being concerned about her broken heart, I saw it as a potential opportunity.
Now that I had the upper hand, I couldn't help but relish the idea of being her savior in her time of need. Manipulation and deceit were the tools of my trade, and I was ready to use them to make her dance in the palm of my hands.
"'Don't worry, I will lend you my shoulder,'" I chuckled darkly, my sinister intentions crystal clear. I was weaving a web of control, ready to ensnare her and bend her to my will , or bed.
"I'm sorry for making you wait," Elaine said as she settled back into her chair. She no longer looked flustered, having taken a moment in the bathroom to freshen up.
"No problem at all," I replied with a smile, attempting to act as innocent as a puppy who hadn't just eaves drop on her private conversation a few moments ago.
"Sir, your food is ready," one of the waiters approached us, and with great care, he placed our dishes on the table and opened them for us to savor.
'This is too small ? ' I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when I saw that the portion for the steak was smaller than I expected.
However, I didn't want to come across as ignorant, so I continued to savor the meat in my mouth while engaging in conversation with her as if everything was normal.
Of course, fine dining isn't complete without a good wine. I decided to order their most expensive wine, which cost 2,000,000 Korean won. It paired wonderfully with the fatty steak I was enjoying. As for Elaine, I could tell she was being mindful of her manners and enjoying the dining experience.
Now that I had a better understanding of what was bothering her, I continued with the attentive and empathetic approach.
I remembered reading on Reddit that some women who are heartbroken tend to talk about random topics to distract themselves from their pain. So, I patiently listened and engaged in the conversation, ready to provide support and a listening ear whenever she needed it.
Recognizing that being a good listener and making her feel valued was my best approach, I maintained strong eye contact and sprinkled in some humor here and there, always careful not to make myself the center of attention.
Knowing that I tend to be a bit narcissistic, I understood that my usual personality wouldn't work with her, so I adjusted my approach accordingly.
And it seemed to be working because she began sharing more about her life. She told me about where she had studied and why she had chosen to become a car dealer at BMW.
According to her, she had initially aspired to be an actress, but she found the Korean entertainment industry to be extremely competitive, leading her to pursue a different career path.
"So, what's do you for a living?" she asked, breaking the ice. "I've been blabbering about myself, but I don't really know anything about you."
"I work in...," I hesitated for a moment, then decided to go with a quick answer. "I have a software development company," I replied, trying to keep up the facade. It might not have been the truth, but it was the first thing that popped into my head.
"A software company ? That must be nice , What are you working on right now ?" she asked while playing with her wine glass.
"Currently, I'm working on some pretty complex system-related projects," I said, with a chuckle, attempting to come across as knowledgeable and smart. In a way, my system can be considered a type of software too, I guess .
"Oh, you mean the software that's used in BMW cars, like the automatic driving feature in electric cars?" she asked, seeking clarification.
"Yeah, something close that. I basically program things to make life easier for people," I said, exaggerating my role as a software developer. Little did she know that in reality, my "system" only gave me advantages while putting everyone else in dangerous situations.
"So you're really contributing a lot to the community!" she giggled.
"That's right, I should win a Nobel Prize for being such a pro-human programmer," I replied with a playful wink, adding a touch of humor to the conversation.
"You're so cute," she giggled, catching me off guard.
I tried to maintain my composure and replied with a playful tone, "Cute enough to win you over?" in a joking manner.
"That's right ," she replied , while playfully touching my legs with her feet.
'Jackpot! This mission is on the bag,' I chuckled quietly to myself as I raised my hands to touch hers, savoring the sensation of her soft palms .
"Do you want me to get a room?" I asked, my grip on her hand tightening slightly, playfully hinting of what was to come.
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"Um," she nodded with a flushed face. I could feel her hands warming up, her eyes dilating, and her breath getting heavier as she seemed to be imagining the things I would do to her.
I know it, being handsome and rich certainly has its advantages. It's like a superpower at this point.