As everyone speculated about Finnegan's identity, the man took Bernice's hand and strolled out of the restaurant.
When they were about to reach the car, Bernice asked, “Is my hand nice to hold?”
Having gradually grown closer to her, Finnegan quipped with a chuckle, “My girlfriend's hand is fair and smooth, so it's naturally nice to hold.”
Bernice flushed bright red and retracted her hand. “I only said that to protect you. You've got to work harder if you want me to be your girlfriend.”
She was gentle and enchanting yet had a forceful side to her at times.
While she was from an affluent family, she was not condescending like the typical heiress. Instead, she was very much approachable.
At that very moment, her shy expression was also incredibly adorable.
Finnegan could not help but fall for her. “In other words, I still have a chance of winning you over as long as I work harder?”
Bernice's eyes flickered imperceptibly. “Didn't you say that matching family backgrounds is crucial? Can you overcome all feelings of inferiority and pursue me without bothering about others' criticisms?”
“Why can't I pursue you if I have the confidence to close the gap between us?”
Considering his medical skills and the connections he had built in the past few years, Finnegan believed that he could totally be on par with the Zimmerman family, given sufficient time.
Nonetheless, a question then popped into his mind. “But you're not giving me a chance because I once saved you, right?” If it were a relationship that stemmed from gratitude, he would not pursue her, even if he had some feelings for her.
Blinking, Bernice replied, “I'm not the kind of person who'd give myself up for a debt of gratitude. It's just that I don't hate it if you want to pursue me, and I can give you a chance. So, do you want to try and conquer me?”
She herself was surprised when she said such words. In the past, she felt that it was brazen for a girl to act in such a manner.
However, she was willing to voluntarily take the first step since it was Finnegan.
Finnegan's eyes lit up. “Yes. I'll definitely conquer you and have you beg for mercy on the balcony, in the bathroom, and on the floorboards.
Bernice said nothing, lost for a moment.
The instant she perceived his meaning, her face flamed. Lifting her hand, she smacked the man. “What a rogue! Mrs. Larkin said you'd got excellent grades and character since young. But from the look of things now, you'd been faking it in the past.”
Holding her hand, Finnegan flashed her a devilish smile. “Women love bad boys, no?”
Bernice blushed even hotter. She quickly pushed him away and climbed into the car. “I'm not talking to you anymore! Also, call me Bernie starting today. If you continue addressing me as Ms. Zimmerman, I won't give you any chances to pursue me anymore.”
“Got it, my soon-to-be darling.”
“What a rogue! I'm not your darling yet. That has to wait until you've won me over!”
Jaxon, who was rushing to the hospital right then, would probably never have imagined that his appearance led to Finnegan and Bernice's relationship growing intimate at lightning speed.
Otherwise, he would likely be so frustrated that he burst a blood vessel.
“You're really thick-skinned, Finnegan. You haven't even won me over, but you're already calling me intimately. Don't you find it awkward to call me your soon-to-be darling?”
“It does seem a bit awkward. In that case, I'll just call you Darling.”
“Nope. You can't do so right now. But... it's okay after I agree to be your girlfriend.”
With their feelings out in the open, Finnegan and Bernice chatted and joked like a couple during the drive. Throughout it all, the splotches of red coloring the latter's face remained vivid.
It was not until they had arrived at a bustling neighborhood that Finnegan stopped teasing her. “This is the place you wanted to bring me to?”
It was a neighborhood that maintained the style of the nineteen-thirties and forties, surrounded by residential areas.
Patting her flaming cheeks, Bernice urged, “Let's get out of the car first.”
After alighting from the car, they walked to a clinic known as Jerome Medical Clinic. At the front was a shop merging two units, while the back consisted of a yard and residence.
When Finnegan heard that, sympathy welled within him toward Jerome. I can only imagine his utter heartbreak after failing to save his family despite being a doctor.
I merely mentioned that out of passing that day, yet she committed it to mind. Since I refused to work at Firebird Group, she's going with my wishes and helping me find a place to open my clinic. Can I really have such a girlfriend? What more can I ask for?
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