Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 784:

Burnet hadn’t expected to encounter Araceli at Silver Fox’s place. Confronted with her question, he hesitated briefly before saying, “I’m waiting for my wife.”

“Your wife?” Araceli’s eyes widened in surprise. “Mr. Hoffman, I didn’t know you were married.”

“Well,” Burnet responded, showing the papers in his hand. “I’m just about to go to City Hall to get married.”

“Oh.” Araceli understood, then chuckled. “But aren’t you in the wrong place? Your wife-to-be is not here.”

Burnet smiled. “I’m not in the wrong place. My wife-to-be is right here in this room.”

Araceli paused, then hugged herself in alarm, quickly throwing out a series of comments. “Mr. Hoffman, have you fallen for me? Are you declaring your love? This won’t do. Despite your good looks, charm, and being many women’s dream man, you’re not my type, so I won’t marry you. You just mentioned getting married. Are you planning to coerce me into marriage? That won’t do either. My cousin is a close friend of yours, so out of respect for him, you shouldn’t treat his cousin this way, right?”

Burnet was taken aback. He was amused and slightly frustrated, observing the young woman before him. He had always thought she was clever and astute, so why was she being so silly now? She reminded him of her brother, who was highly intelligent but emotionally clueless.

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Silver Fox, who was in the room, overheard their exchange and nearly laughed out loud, finding Araceli utterly charming.

Deciding to give them some space, Silver Fox headed to her bedroom to fetch her identity documents.

When Silver Fox returned with her documents, she caught Burnet teasing Araceli.

Burnet said, “Yes, Araceli. You might not realize, but I’ve had a fondness for you since I first met you. I’ve been waiting for you to grow up all these years. Now that you’re of age, hurry up and marry me.”

Araceli looked even more alarmed, her eyes as wide as saucers. “Mr. Hoffman, I was only a year old when you first met me. Isn’t it a bit creepy to want to marry a one-year-old?”

Burnet, usually stoic and reserved, was in high spirits today and continued his playful banter. “Yes, I prefer young women.”

Araceli was astonished, her lips twitching. “All men prefer younger women, and we women are well aware of that. But fancying a one-year-old? That’s exceptionally creepy.”

Burnet laughed. “Enough with the nonsense. Are you going to marry me or not? I need a clear answer. City Hall is opening soon, and if we delay, we won’t be the first to get married today.”

Araceli, genuinely scared he might be serious, backed away quickly. “No, no, no, Mr. Hoffman, I don’t like you that way. I can’t marry you.”

Just then, Burnet noticed Silver Fox in the room, so he stopped teasing Araceli and walked in.

Araceli, thinking he was really going to force her hand, cried out loudly and hid behind Silver Fox. Peeking from behind her, Araceli trembled as she begged, “Elin, help! Mr. Hoffman is trying to force me into marriage.”

Silver Fox shot Burnet a stern look, while he casually scratched his nose and looked up at the ceiling with a mischievous glance.

After glaring at Burnet, Silver Fox turned to Araceli, who was visibly shaken. Silver Fox decided to play along and teasingly said, “Araceli, the title of Mrs. Hoffman is a big deal. Why hide? You wouldn’t be at a loss marrying him.”

“We’re just not a good match,” Araceli insisted. “Even though he’s attractive, he’s not my type. I don’t go for guys like him.”

“You really don’t like him?” Silver Fox asked, clearly entertained.

“I really don’t,” Araceli said firmly.

Then she implored, “Elin, Mr. Hoffman is very good at martial arts. If he decides to force me, we wouldn’t stand a chance against him. If he takes me, please call my cousin, Connor, immediately to rescue me.”

“Ahem!” Burnet coughed, wondering if Araceli had always seen him as some kind of villain.

Silver Fox couldn’t contain her laughter and continued the joke, saying, “You look terrified. Should I marry him in place of you?”noveldrama

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