Chapter 3The Billionaire's Generous Proposal

When Julian drove me downstairs to my rental apartment, he looked nervous: "Can I go up and sit for a while? Just drink some water and leave."

Heard that before meeting me, Julian was not good with words and had a bad childhood experience.

Maybe because when he was an intern at the grassroots level of our company, I thought he was an ordinary employee and helped him when he was made difficult by other employees, he was very willing to contact me and very active.

He is different from those men with many tricks. He said going up to drink water meant just drinking water and leaving.

He didn't have those crooked intestines (bad intentions). He was satisfied just looking at me a few more times.

This time I didn't reject him: "Sure! Just right for you to know the door. If possible, come help me move tomorrow morning! I want to move into the new home you gave me quickly."

Julian didn't expect me, who was always polite but wary and distant towards him, to make exceptions for him again and again today.

The raised corners of his mouth never came down.

He followed me upstairs excitedly, chattering: "You agree to let me help you move? What time tomorrow? Is 6 am too early? How about 8 am? Need a moving company? I'll contact one!"

In the past, I would have disliked him being too attentive, but now I find his love-brained look strangely cute.

I thought about it and responded to him: "8:30! By then, I should have packed up."

Julian quickly nodded and noted it down. Then he really followed me back to the rental room, drank a cup of warm water and left. I put a little osmanthus honey in that water, hoping he would have a sweet dream tonight.

What made me feel very comfortable was that he didn't show a disgusted expression because my rental room was small throughout the whole process.

He said, a girl coming out to strive on her own, being able to have such a small nest shows that I have worked very hard.

Quite good at comforting people.