Obsession With My EX-wife

Chapter 3: Catherine's Date

When Catherine got home, she found that Mr. Miller, a business partner of Leonard's, was waiting outside her room. Catherine had seen him just that morning in her ex-husband's morning meeting.

Catherine: "Hi, Mr. Miller, how you doing?"

Mr. Miller: "Miss Winston, I heard that you are looking for a date. I have a friend who has adored you for a long time. Maybe you would like to meet him?"

Catherine: "Your friend?"

Catherine eyed Mr. Miller suspiciously, and he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Miss Winston, my friend is a young man. He is not as old as me...."

Catherine nodded as she opened her door, and she said, "Please come in and tell me about it."

Mr. Miller was relieved immediately. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat on a chair in her room. He smiled and said, "Well, the story goes like this. My friend has met you, and he is keen to see you again. He said that he wants to marry you!"

Catherine was pouring tea into two cups, and when she heard what Mr. Miller said, she nearly spilled it all over the place. She looked at Mr. Miller and said, "Isn't your friend worried about Leonard? He is no longer my husband, but he is still jealous."

Mr. Miller smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. My friend is not afraid of Mr. Campbell."

Catherine raised her eyebrow as a show of interest. "Really? He's not afraid of Leonard?" Now she wanted to know who this man was. After all, she was also wondered who was so powerful that he dared to say he was not afraid of Leonard.

"He is not, indeed," Mr. Miller replied, "and if you are willing, my friend has reserved a table at the Olive Garden for tonight at seven o'clock."

"Okay," Catherine said. "I will show up."

After Mr. Miller left, Catherine began to tidy up her room. Then she started to put on make-up and dress herself up for her date.

***

Catherine arrived at the Olive Garden at precisely seven o'clock, but no one was waiting there for her, and after ten minutes, still, no one had shown up. She stood up and looked around, and when she saw Leonard sitting at the bar, her eyes widened. Leonard waved to her, and he walked over with his drink in hand. He smiled and said, "How are you doing, Miss Winston?"

Catherine scowled and said, "You are Mr. Miller's friend? I should have known!"

"Yes," Leonard laughed. "I am Mr. Miller's friend. I am young, we have met before, and I do want to marry you."

Catherine clenched her fists at her sides and ground her teeth in anger, "You have played me for a fool! Haven't I made it clear to you that I don't want anything to do with you!"

Leonard sighed. He gently said, "Cathy, why don't we have dinner first? I've ordered you French Fried foie gras. You must be hungry…"

Catherine felt her chest tight because Leonard had never called her 'Cathy' before. Just when she wanted to retort him, her stomach grumbled.

Catherine had intended to reject him from the moment she saw him, but she was indeed hungry now. Seeing that Leonard had ordered her favorite dishes for her, she was about to say yes, but suddenly, she recalled all of the times how he mistreated her. Catherine calmed down and smirked, "Sorry, I have no mood to have dinner with you. I only came here tonight to date with someone new, not with you!"

"We don't have to have dinner right away," Leonard said hopefully. "We could have a few drinks first then talk about..."

Catherine interrupted him indifferently, "Excuse, me, Mr. Campbell. Every time I look at you, I would lose my appetite," and then she stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

Leonard paid the bill in a hurry and rushed after Catherine. By the time he got outside, Catherine had reached the corner and was just beginning to cross the street. He chased after her, and once he caught up to her, he grabbed her sleeve.

Catherine turned on him angrily and shouted, "Mr. Campbell, I am picky about who I have dinner with, and, as I told you, I do not want to have dinner with you!"

Leonard frowned, "But I ordered you French Fried foie gras, I remembered it's your favorite food. Out of politeness, shouldn't you compensate me?"

Catherine was about to say that she could, but when she saw the shrewd look in Leonard's eyes, she choked back her words. As such an astute businessman, Leonard was not likely to ask her for compensation in the form of money. He was trying to use the French Fried foie gras as an excuse to get close to her. 

Finally, Catherine said, "Fine, Mr. Campbell, I can have dinner with you. But the only catch is that I don't want to have dinner at the Olive Garden. What do you think?"

Hearing Catherine's advice, Leonard agreed immediately, "Of course, Miss Winston, as you wish."

Catherine curved her lips with a cold face. Okay – she told herself – Since he didn't stop annoying me, I will teach him a good lesson!

Catherine asked him to drive them to a snack street. Once they were there, she looked around and asked Leonard if he liked it there. The place was noisy and dirty, and she knew that he hated dirty and noisy places most, which was why she'd brought him there. But all he said was, "It's not bad."

Catherine sneered, "Not bad, huh?" 

Leonard showed no sign of his displeasure, which only made Catherine angrier. Finally, she led him to a barbecue restaurant. She pointed inside and said, "Do you see that? This restaurant is so popular, the food here must be great! I love to eat at places like this. I don't think you will mind eating here, will you, Mr. Campbell?" She asked the question casually, but Leonard could see the anger in her eyes, and he ignored it.

"I don't mind," Leonard replied. "I would love to try it, provided it is Miss. Winston's treat."

Catherine was stunned by his doting tone, and she looked away immediately and frowned. When did Leonard become so unctuous?

"Yes," she said. "It is still my treat."