The Blind Date Twist

But no matter how tough I am, I’m still afraid of Noble.

In the story, he eventually kills the old man and takes over the Grant family conglomerate—a total villain.

I can’t beat him.

“Tessa, bring me a towel.”

Big brother’s orders were absolute.

If you can’t beat them, join them.

When big brother speaks, no one dares argue.

I hurriedly grabbed a towel and walked over, feeling like every step was on a knife’s edge. Every step felt like walking on knives.

I finally understood what it’s like to be a mermaid dancing on knives.

Guys, this scene is just too much!

In the darkness, white smoke curled in the kitchen, the firelight bright as day.

Big brother Noble was working the grill in the kitchen at midnight.

The heroine was next to him, eating the barbecue he’d just made.

The aroma of smoky spices, mixed with rich, sizzling meat, drifted over.

Sniff sniff—I really wanted a taste.

“Hm?”

My slurping was too loud. Noble shot me a cold look.

I know the rules.

In these stories, the male lead never does chores. Ever.

If he cooks, it’s only for the heroine.

“Tessa, want to try some?”

Hope offered me a grilled chicken wing.

I happily reached out—

Noble’s eyes narrowed dangerously, locking onto my hand.

Turns out, even in a warm kitchen, you can’t escape the feeling of being stabbed by someone’s gaze.

I shivered and quickly pulled my hand back.

“No, no, the doctor said I’m not healthy, eating barbecue could kill me.”

I wiped my mouth with dignity and handed Noble the towel. “Big brother, here’s your towel.”

Hope took the towel and thoughtfully placed it around big brother’s neck.

The sweat on the man at the grill glistened in the light, straight out of a pampered novel.

“Aren’t you leaving yet?”

Noble glared at me again.

“Yes, yes, I’m going!”

I made a hasty retreat, rolling back to my own bed.

That night, I dreamed of a vine with seven flowers.

The first six became Grant One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and a little girl.

They happily chased each other around and cast a spell on me, turning me into a pumpkin baby hanging from the vine, swaying in the wind.

When I woke up, I quickly threw off the blanket and checked my hands and feet.

All limbs intact—still human, not a pumpkin baby. Phew!

“Tessa, you’re awake?”

The heroine suddenly appeared at my bedside.

I shuddered, nearly jumped out of my skin, almost transmigrating back out of sheer shock, barely holding it together.

Hope clutched her stomach in pain:

“Tessa, ugh, I can’t take it. Last night I ate big brother’s barbecue and had diarrhea all night.”

I felt a bit sorry for her.

Hope: “Last night, big brother said that since you caught him cooking, he’s blackmailing you into a blind date so you can get married off early.”

Now I felt sorry for myself.

Come on, I didn’t ask him to perform!