The Mismatch Was Supposed to End Chapter 4

I just sat in the bar for a while and then ran to the hotel. This speed...

Harper sighed and quickly stood up, secretly cursing herself for being too busy chatting. She said hello and walked out, sending messages on her mobile phone as she walked.

Harper: "Aren't you just going to the bathroom?"

Harper: "You don't like my bathroom, or the hotel's toilet is inlaid with gold, and people are gone in the blink of an eye."

Josh looked at her phone, a smile spread across her face, and she was amused.

Josh: “It depends on the person.”

Soon a call came in from the other end.

Harper asked in a puzzled tone: "What the hell are you talking about?"

What the hell is that it varies from person to person? It's just a bathroom.

"Why did you go to the hotel? Don't tell me that you were seduced by someone while I was chatting with you."

It’s great that you went to the hotel in such a short time!

If the other party hadn't answered the phone quickly, Harper would have really killed him directly.

Josh turned back to look at the bathroom door, smiling, and responded in a gentle voice: "Indeed, I came here with someone else."

Harper:...

She didn't hide it at all.

"We just got back, are we going to make such a big fuss?"

Harper stood dryly at the door of the bar, hiding from the rain. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should go find her. He wanted to go back and get an umbrella, but after hearing her voice, it seemed that it was not appropriate for him to go over now. He really disturbed her...

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer in the bathroom disappeared. Josh stopped teasing her and explained that the other party was a marriage partner. She had known for a long time that the other half was Olivia.

He didn't care what Harper was thinking at all, just let her deal with it herself, and hung up the phone.

At this moment, the man who "lured" Josh to the hotel was looking at the clothes on his body with confusion. They were very different from her current style, but it was not unacceptable. It was just that he hadn't dressed like this for a long time.

The dark blue dress was worn by Olivia. Although it had no decoration, her temperament became more cool and mysterious. She was elegant, confident, and generous. Her clearly visible collarbone and graceful neck were exposed, which was very bewitching.

With a click, the door opened.

Josh quickly withdrew his admiring eyes, sighed secretly, and felt a little regretful. He thought that he might have taken the wrong clothes, as what she was wearing didn't match what he was wearing.

Olivia paused, pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, the clothes fit me very well."

I just feel a little uncomfortable wearing it, after all, it's not mine.

Josh raised the corner of his mouth and nodded slightly: "As long as it fits, it's fine. Now that everything is settled, I'll go back first."

The words of leaving came out a little suddenly.

Olivia's gaze fell behind her. The rain outside the window had lightened, but there seemed to be no sign of stopping.

"Let's wait until the rain stops before we go. It won't take too long."

I am not yet so ruthless.

Josh nodded slightly and smiled with her lips pursed, but she was just pretending. She didn't believe that the other party would really let her leave now.

But she didn't plan to stay longer because they were not very familiar with each other yet.

"My friend will come pick me up later. She's nearby."

Olivia hummed lightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

The phone on the bed kept vibrating. She picked it up, opened it and glanced at it. Her eyes suddenly turned cold. Even though she was drenched in Coke, she never showed such a cold and angry expression. But she quickly suppressed her emotions in her heart and her face returned to normal.

Josh sent a message to Harper and walked to the small sofa next to him and sat down. He raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the person in front of him nonchalantly. He caught her changing expression and did not pretend not to see it. He asked directly: "What's wrong?"

Olivia paused what he was doing and turned to look at the calm person in front of him. He wanted to say it was nothing, but then he remembered the other person's occupation. He had heard them say before that the other person seemed to be a psychologist.

Meeting Josh's eyes that seemed to always be smiling, she suddenly became interested. Although there was nothing wrong with her mental health, it didn't mean she couldn't ask others.

It was quite unbelievable to think that they had just met in a bar half an hour ago, and that he was first invited to her house, but now he was inexplicably brought back to the hotel by himself.

They were not familiar with each other, and with the blessing of her status, she believed that Josh had professional ethics and would not say anything nonsense to outsiders.

Olivia sat down facing her and suddenly asked: "Do you charge a fee?"

Josh was stunned for a moment, looked at her, then looked at the bed, and blinked.

He said: "I don't need the money..."

She finished the sentence word by word. Olivia was stunned for a moment and didn't react. After a moment, she turned her head away and didn't look at Josh, but quickly turned back and explained through gritted teeth: "I'm asking if there is any charge for chatting with Doctor Tang!"

He emphasized the word "doctor" and turned his head away, feeling that it was outrageous.

This woman.

How outrageous!

Josh had an innocent smile on his face. He understood what she meant and said with a smile in his clear voice: "Ah~ So you want to chat with me."

Olivia regretted that she shouldn't have said too much.

Josh stood up from the sofa, sat beside her, and looked at her closely, his undisguised eyes fixed on her.

Olivia moved to the side uncomfortably, thinking, are all beautiful women nowadays so sociable?

The smile is creepy.

Josh didn't move closer, and finally got serious and got back to the point, "So what do you want to talk about?"

Olivia coughed lightly and distanced himself a little, "It's not a chat either."

Josh supported himself with his hands at his sides, turned sideways to face her, and tilted his head: "Hmm?"

"I just want to ask, if your family helps you to finalize a marriage, and the other party is ugly, smelly, short, blunt, and has a low head, what do you think her family is thinking? What is their mentality?"

"Ugly and smelly?"

Josh's question seemed to have gone off topic.

Olivia paused, thought about it and nodded.

Josh cast a dangerous look at her, smiled, and asked, "Short and ugly?"

Olivia felt that the atmosphere was a little strange: "Hmm..."

Josh leaned forward, closing the distance between them.

"Still going down?" Her voice was gentle, with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Olivia blinked. Although it was not nice to say that about others, she felt quite disgusted when she thought about the man who was called back home last time. She was a bit obsessed with looks, and the other party was not only ugly, but also had no taste, and most importantly, he was very mediocre. If she accidentally glanced at him, she would over-interpret it as her winking at him.

nausea.

Another one is a playboy, he is a dirty person with a foul mouth.

She only remembered the most recent few; the others were either greasy or ugly. Their only characteristic was that they were spendthrifts and squandered money like water.

There are also a few who are lustful and fond of gambling.

She deliberately found these people to disgust her, making her feel like she couldn't get married and no one wanted her.

Fortunately, she didn't think that the stepmother her father found for her would find her anything good, and she never had any hope for the marriage.

Josh sat up from the bed and returned to the sofa, as if to match her disgusted expression, and stayed away from her.

"Well, arranged marriages are not an option."

Olivia tilted his head to look at her, nodded, and agreed, right! Arranged marriages are not advisable!

"I don't like my family arranging my marriage privately either." Josh leaned his elbows on the edge of the sofa, supported his chin and looked at her, and suddenly laughed, "But there is a word called being unable to control oneself."

Olivia didn't know what she meant. Is it really possible to comfort someone this way?

Before she could ask, she heard the person in front of her sigh. She smiled bitterly, stood up, and sighed again.

Olivia leaned back vigilantly and stood up quickly.

Josh looked at her and smiled: "I'm leaving first. My friend is here to pick me up. If you need anything, you can contact me. I'm nearby."

Olivia smiled politely, nodded, and walked the person to the door. She thought that he didn't need anything, and even if he needed something, he wouldn't come to her.

"Thank you, Dr. Tang. Let's go back now while the rain is light."

As he was about to finish his words, the person at the door suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at him. Olivia was at a loss. Was what he said wrong?

Josh smiled: "You don't have to call me Doctor Tang. You can change your name soon."

Olivia didn't reply, thinking that if she didn't call him Doctor Tang, then what else could she call him? They weren't familiar with each other. She thought so in her heart, but she still nodded politely and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I've changed jobs. I won't say more. You'll know when the time comes. I'm leaving first." Josh half turned sideways and was about to leave, waving at Olivia.

Olivia nodded, sent the person away, went back to his room, lay down on the bed, and stayed under the quilt without moving.

In fact, she knew this person a long time ago and she remembered him.

I can't say that I know her, I just met her once. I was taken to her house when I was a child. How young was I? I was probably only six or seven years old at that time, and still a very new elementary school student.

The other person seemed to be one or two years older than her. It was so long ago that she couldn't remember clearly. Anyway, she just remembered that she took her to do something and she was beaten when she returned, so she always remembered this name.

Olivia sighed heavily and forgot.

There are too many things to forget, so I just stop thinking about them.

Three years ago, they could only be said to have formally met, and she only found out who the other person was after she returned home.

Olivia turned over after a long time, his cold eyes falling on the ceiling. Josh should be downstairs now. Did her friend really come to pick her up?

She didn't see her looking at her phone just now.

**

Harper looked at Josh with an expression of wanting to say something but hesitating. When she walked up to him, she handed her an umbrella. She had been waiting for her downstairs for a while, and actually she didn't mind waiting a little longer.

"Thanks."

Josh took the umbrella she gave him, opened it and shook it. The umbrella was automatic and opened with a single press. He met her gaze, paused for two seconds and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Without waiting for her answer, he walked out.

Harper opened her own umbrella and followed her. It was still easy for two people to get wet using one. The one in her hand was borrowed from the bar, and she had to return it later.

Following Josh's steps, she walked slowly beside her. She took out her phone with one hand and looked at it. She symbolically swiped through the chat history and said, "Well... it's only been more than ten minutes since you hung up the phone, so... you guys, so fast?"