GoodReadChapter 431 Mirabella tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her eyes, soft and deep like a peach orchard in bloom, held a teasing glint. “Every woman's dream guy, you know, doesn’t that only exist in fairytales.” Zach sighed. Ah, the sting of truth knows no bounds.
Soon enough, they arrived at the designated matchmaking spot in the park. It was an alfresco setting, with rows of picnic tables spread out under the open sky. Each table was adorned with an array of candies, pastries, and beverages that gave the place a rather festive look.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNaturally, it being a grand matchmaking event meant quite a few hopeful bachelors and bachelorettes were milling about.
“Zach, good luck, buddy. I'll be over there at the back on one of the park benches waiting for you,” Mirabella said, patting Zach on the shoulder with a smile.
Zach gave her a deadpan look in response.
DONO NONSE200 + 20 With a sly smile, Mirabella turned, walked away to a park bench at a comfortable remove from the matchmaking melee, and sat down.
Moments later, she could still feel the weight of Zach's soulful puppy-dog gaze. Deciding to ignore Zach's looks, Mirabella bowed her head and pulled out her phone to fire up a game.
Meanwhile, Wyatt had just parked his car at the lot outside the park. He gripped the steering wheel as he peered through the windshield towards the park's grand entrance. “Boss, this is the place Donald texted us about.” James squinted outside before promptly opening the car door and stepping out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWyatt followed suit, scanning the surroundings for any signs of suspicion. Finding none, he took out his phone and dialed a number while speaking, “I'm gonna try Donald's number again.., Yeah, it’s still going to voicemail.” Pocketing his phone again, Wyatt looked over at James. “Should we head into the park to look for him?” James responded with a nonchalant hum and started towards the park entrance.
Wyatt quickly caught up and purchased two tickets, only to be greeted by the ticket seller's chuckling question.
“So, you lads here for the singles’ mixer too?” Wyatt paused, puzzled. “What singles’ mixer?” The ticket seller gave him a look that said, ‘coff it, son.” “Oh, con, if you weren't 11:07 here for the mixer, why else would you cto this older folke’ community park?” Wyatt was flabbergasted.
The seller glanced at Wyatt, understanding his predicament, but then his gaze shifted to, James, and his brow furrowed in confusion. Did such a good-looking young man need to attend a mixer to find a date? Shaking his head, the ticket seller added, “Better get moving. The event's already started. Any later, and all the good catches will be snatched up.” Wyatt felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth. “No, see, you've got it all-” He stopped midway, thinking better of it. There was no point in explaining.
Wyatt gave his boss a look, and soon they were inside the park..
Not far in, Wyatt's mind began to race. “Boss, from what the old man at the gate said, there’s sdating event happening here. And with Donald suddenly messaging you to come... He wouldn't be setting you up for this, would he?” Knowing Donald's twisted sense of humor, it wasn’t out of the question.
raf As James stopped, Wyatt paused as well, pondering for a few seconds. “How about this? You go back and wait in the car, and I'll go check it out?” “No, no, no, we're not here for that,” Wyatt hastened to clarify, shaking his head vehemently. He had plans to play matchmaker for James and Ms. Mirabella, and there was no room for misunderstandings.
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