Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 434 - 219 As a Marriage Partner, Jane Quinlan is Not Bad_4

Chapter 434: Chapter 219 As a Marriage Partner, Jane Quinlan is Not Bad_4

She glanced at him: "Weren’t you at your dad’s place? Didn’t you have dinner there?"

"I was supposed to have dinner, but then something came up, so I came back early."

"What happened?" She looked at him anxiously, "Nothing serious, right?"

"Nothing major, just the usual parental marriage pressure.

Even though I don’t have a mom, my dad can nag like ten people, which is really annoying."

Marriage pressure... Jane looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Kay Forrest saw her staring and moved towards her: "What are you looking at? Is there money on my face?"

"Actually, I’ve always been curious. Look at you, good looking and wealthy, and you own so many properties.

Why aren’t you married?

Logically, you should be able to find a partner quite easily."

"Finding one is easy, any woman around my age, without disabilities, not too ugly, can be my partner, but I want more than just that in a partner."

Jane looked at him, not understanding, feeling a bit stifled: "Could it be... you’re not into women?"

He raised his hand and knocked on her head: "What are you thinking? I’m a straight man through and through.

What I mean is, I want more than just a partner, I want a woman who can be my soulmate.

A woman who understands me and can bring me happiness."

"Then your dad wanting you to find him a daughter-in-law isn’t too much, right?"

As she spoke, she pursed her lips curiously looking at him: "Don’t you ever think about getting married?

I’m much younger than you and I often think about marriage."

Kay Forrest looked at her with a smirk: "You want to get married? Someone real like you probably isn’t easy to marry off."

Hearing him say that, Jane swiftly stood up: "Rest assured, even if I can’t get married, I wouldn’t need you to take responsibility.

If I end up alone, it’s my business, so you don’t need to belittle me."

Having said that, she walked towards the bedroom. Kay Forrest yelled after her, "Hey, where are you going, weren’t you going to cook for me?"

"Changing clothes," she fiercely said these three words before slamming the door.

Meanwhile, Kay Forrest’s playful smile slowly faded as he remembered the unpleasantness that occurred at home with his father today.

He hadn’t eaten at home in a long time.

Last night, Faye Townsend called him and lectured him for half an hour, mainly about how poor his dad was feeling, urging him to visit home more often.

Even just going back for a meal would suffice.

Being tired of Faye’s preaching-like skills, he agreed to go home for dinner tonight.

But he hadn’t expected that the long-awaited father-son reunion would start with silence, and then as soon as the servants served the meal, his dad began to nag about arranging blind dates.

The topic of conversation every time they dined together was always the same.

Who’s child is the same age as him, whose child is already in elementary school, whose child has been born, who has already gotten married.

He knew his dad was anxious, but such matters can’t be rushed.

This was his own life; couldn’t he plan it by himself?

Eventually, his dad straight-out asked her to go on blind dates.

And even had the servants bring photos of the girl.

The candidate was the young lady from Rockstone Group, Yvonne Stone.

His dad kept talking about how he had met this girl, her gentle nature, her ability to manage a household, her exceptional educational background.

In short, his dad liked her and was just waiting for him to agree to marry her.

But his dad had no idea about the kind of history he had with Yvonne Stone.

That woman was the typical high-society girl, whose personality didn’t match her outward appearance at all.

What gentleness and excellence in academics—it was all nonsense.

That sort of bratty young lady could get her education with just a splash of money.

She was indisputably an airhead.

If he really had to marry someone, he would rather marry a simple and straightforward woman like Jane Quinlan.

Thinking of Jane, his brow slightly lifted. Actually, upon careful consideration, as a marriage partner, apart from her family background, Jane was quite good.