It was funny to Winnie that someone like Van, who wasn't lacking in women, still needed to go on blind dates. Was it because choosing a girlfriend or mistress only required mutual attraction, but selecting a wife was something to be carefully considered and taken seriously?
Wendy actually didn't want to share this, but Yulia had seen it when they were all hanging out together.
Van was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. Maybe because it wasn't a formal date, he hadn't worn a tie, or perhaps it was the good weather that day, so he had rolled up his sleeves, revealing a strong, sexy arm with prominent veins. He even wore glasses, with silver frames, and was looking down at his phone. On the table in front of him was a coffee cup and saucer.
Yulia gasped, "Wow, Mr. Marlowe! How do yo
