Seducing His LoveChapter 1 Reluctant as He Was
I rarely attend dinner parties with my parents, but today was an exception. I put on my dress and light makeup two hours in advance, constantly checking the time.
My mom reassured me. "Don't rush. If you're too hasty, the Cox family will laugh at you. Also, chat more with Dylan and ignore that wastrel Marcel."
I nodded and smiled in agreement, saying nothing.
What my mom didn't know was that I had been waiting for this moment for four years.
When we arrived at the dinner party, the Cox family was already there. Dylan Cox was seated upright and charming.
But Marcel Cox was nowhere to be seen.
Marcel's parents were fuming, their faces dark as they kept glancing at the door.
I bit my lip, anxiously watching, afraid Marcel might not show up.
Dylan and Marcel were cousins. Dylan's father was the eldest son of the Cox family patriarch, while Marcel's father was the second son. In this generation, Dylan and Marcel were the only grandchildren.
Dylan had always been outstanding, while Marcel was notorious for drinking, speeding, and fighting.
My parents hoped that I would develop a relationship with Dylan and that our families would unite after my college graduation. But all I wanted was to see Marcel.
When the main courses started to arrive, the door was finally pushed open.
A tall, rebellious-looking young man sauntered in, his buzz cut standing defiantly as he was chewing gum. His handsome face was filled with restlessness and gloom.
He was dressed in a leather jacket, black T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, with a helmet in hand. His look stood out in stark contrast to Dylan's laid-back outfit.
The people in the private room frowned. Marcel's father picked up his fork, ready to throw them at Marcel, but my dad stopped him.
Only I curled my lips into a smile, my eyes narrowing with joy.
Unfortunately, Marcel didn't even glance at me. He sat down and began eating, not speaking a word or even lifting his head.
My mom whispered in my ear, "See how rude he is? Stay as far away from him as you can."
I remained silent, thinking, 'He's actually a good person; it's you who don't know.'
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Marcel's mental resilience was truly impressive. Despite the stunned gazes around the table and the atmosphere where Mr. Cox seemed ready to chop him up, Marcel ate contentedly, fully absorbed in his meal.