His family conditions were much better than mine. His father was in business, and his mother was a doctor. They were both influential figures.

In terms of social status, I was not a match for Cyril. So, I was smart enough not to talk about marriage.

Recently, Mom wanted to set me up with someone. I thought for a bit and said, "Wanna meet them on Christmas Day?"

"Sure," Cyril smiled, "It's settled then!"

I nodded. "Sure."

I worked overtime a few days to get my work done in order to make sure I was available on Christmas Day. And I took a day off in advance.

Cyril also took a day off and took me to the supermarket to buy a whole trunk of gifts. Then he drove three hundred kilometers to go back home with me.

When we entered the house, there was no one there. My parents were not at home.

Jane walked out of the bedroom in a tank top and short pants, yawning lazily, and glanced at me.

I asked, "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They have something to do, of course. Do you think everyone is as idle as you?"

Cyril carried some expensive wine into the house and carefully placed the bottles on the floor. "Your parents aren't home?"

"Yes..." I was a bit apologetic.

After all, I had told my parents in advance that I would arrive at this time, but they didn't wait for me at home. Obviously, they didn't take this matter seriously.

Cyril smiled and said, "It's fine. We'll wait."

Jane looked over impatiently, and when she saw Cyril, her eyes clearly lit up. "You are?"

Cyril politely smiled, "Hi. I'm Cyril, Chelsea's boyfriend."

"So, you are Cyril." Jane sized him up and walked over. Then she said straightforwardly, "You're so handsome!"

Cyril was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Thanks."

I looked at Jane. The neckline of her tank top was so low that I could see her cleavage. Her thighs were exposed in the air, and she looked hot and seductive.

No wonder Cyril was so uneasy.

I frowned, pulled Jane back to the bedroom, took out a T-shirt and pants from the wardrobe, and handed them to her. "Change your clothes. We've got a guest here."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Jane rolled her eyes. "Chelsea, are you afraid that Cyril will be attracted to me?"

I handed the clothes to her again. "You aren't dressed enough. It's not appropriate."