CHAPTER 55: FEMALE COMPANION

This person really knows how to escalate things!

She had just made an offhand comment, and he actually turned the tables!

This is indeed not a gentleman’s behavior.

But then again, he’s not an upright gentleman at all, just a twisted, single uncle.

Moreover, she had just spoiled his plans moments ago; it’s fortunate she’s still able to live peacefully in this world.

Beauty took a sip of soybean milk, looking at Lucas’s slightly reddened cheeks, "Um... Uncle, I was just making a casual comment earlier.

You shouldn’t take it seriously."

"How could I not?

It’s not easy to take advantage of me, Lucas."

... Turns out he’s the sort who keeps pushing an advantage.

Beauty put down the bowl in her hand, tugging slightly at the corner of her mouth, "Uncle, you can’t be serious!

I was just helping you out earlier.

I could tell you don’t like that type of woman, right?

Someone like Sarah is your type, isn’t she?"

Hearing this, Lucas, who was engrossed in eating his food, immediately raised his head.

His gaze casually landed on Beauty’s face.

"I guessed right!

This single, twisted uncle really does like Sarah!"

Beauty’s mind had already painted a full picture, cheering and rejoicing in her own cleverness.

But on her face, she maintained an easygoing expression.

From a young age, she’d learned to keep her feelings tucked away inside, never letting them show on her face.

Just like Lucas in front of her, despite the storm inside, he remained outwardly calm and composed.

In this respect, she was quite like him.

Because of her background, she had learned to disguise herself from a young age, always appearing indifferent to everything.

"Don’t talk nonsense, I have been growing up with Sarah since we were young, we’re like siblings," Beauty rolled her eyes internally, wasn’t that just what they call childhood sweethearts?

"Speaking honestly uncle, I actually think that Sarah and you are really well suited for each other, you two are quite literally a match made in heaven."

Beauty continues to try and set up Sarah and Lucas Marson, a faint smile on her face, her head slightly tilted.

After Lucas finished his breakfast, he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, turning his back to Beauty.

Only after a while did he turn around and say calmly, "It’s not always about compatibility in relationships, nor does compatibility necessarily imply that those involved should be together."

This was the first time he had such a heartfelt conversation with her.

But, of course, for the 19-year-old Beauty, she wouldn’t understand the meaning behind his words.

Years later, when she recalls this conversation with Lucas only then does she comprehend what he meant.

But that’s a story for another time.

"What’s wrong with being like siblings?

We’re not real siblings, just like us.

Even though you are my guardian, we have no blood relationship.

You’ve only temporarily adopted me.

When I turn 22, our contract will naturally become null and void."

When she thinks about that time, she can’t help but feel excited that she can finally escape from his clutches.

Lucas steps forward standing face-to-face with Beauty, gradually feeling that he is starting to understand this little girl less and less.

Be it her figure, looks, or thought process, everything has greatly changed since she first arrived.

Especially her personality, the initial hardness and indifference is gone, replaced by an added eloquence.

"Beauty, would you like to be my female companion?"

Female companion?

She didn’t fully understand this term.

Being a girl who had just stepped into adulthood, she was unable to differentiate between a female companion and a girlfriend.

"What is a female companion?

Is it different from a girlfriend?" Beauty voiced her inner question, not quite understanding this perspective of the wealthy.

In her 19 years of life, this was the first time she had heard the term, and it was from the middle-aged man in front of her who was almost a decade older than her.

Lucas deliberated for a few seconds, putting his hands in his pockets and slightly lifting his chin. Regardless of his actions, they radiated nothing but the characteristics "handsome" and "graceful".

"A female companion only needs to accompany me to various social events, shield me from alcohol, accommodate clients, basically participate in any activity that I do, while a girlfriend needs to do one more thing."

Beauty arched an eyebrow, peering into his cold gaze, "And what would that be?"

Lucas’s smirk tugged upwards as he pulled her into his arms.

His hands encircled her petite body tightly, then he lowered his head and whispered into her ears, "A girlfriend also has to sleep with me."

Beauty’s heart fluttered so hard it felt as though it was going to leap out of her throat.

She subconsciously glanced at the three-meter wide bed.

The image of Lucas shirtless rushed into her mind, flooding her brain.

Her breath hitched in her chest, her head felt dizzy, and she quickly jumped away from his embrace.

Her eyes, dark as ink, widened as she stared at him: "I might consider being your companion, but as for being your girlfriend, no thanks.

I am not into weird older guys like you."

Lucas gave an icy look, a superior gaze downwards at her: "Then it’s decided.

Starting tomorrow, I will arrange an expert to train you.

To be my female companion, there are certain requirements.

After about two weeks, you should be presentable enough."

Beauty frowned, puzzled. What did that mean? Was he implying that she was currently unfit to be seen in public?

After all, he had spent more than a year training her, and she had grown into an elegant young lady, no longer the prickly tomboy she used to be.

Now, she was a rose with thorns.

"To be my woman, you’re not qualified yet.

But with my careful nurturing, it might be possible in the future," Lucas said without blinking an eye.

A seemingly oppressive and shameless sentence, yet when he said it, it oddly seemed somewhat romantic!

She must be crazy to have such a perverted thought.

She touched her chest, indeed staying around a pervert for too long did rub off. ...

By the time Beauty fully comprehended that Lucas was grooming her into a companion who would accompany him to all sorts of clubs, she felt the staggering pressure of standing by his side.

The training she had received over the past year had merely transformed her from a country bumpkin to an elegant and refined young lady.

That was far from enough to qualify her to stand beside him.

Almost resembling a metamorphosis, her once soft waterfall-like black hair was now styled into alluring wavy curls by the stylist.

Before, she indeed appeared too innocent, looking like a university student who had yet to graduate.

However, after just a change of style, she instantly showed the elegance and intellect of a mature woman.

Facing the girl in the mirror, with dark eyebrows, apricot eyes, and chestnut wavy curls, she could hardly recognize herself.

"Miss Beauty, this hairstyle makes you look elegant and delicate, blooming like a flower.

I believe that General Manager Marson will definitely be very pleased when he sees it."

The stylist continuously scrutinizes her hairstyle, a pair of slender jade hands gently fiddling and adjusting her soft hair strands as if he were crafting a piece of art.

Ever since Lucas brought another woman to the villa and was caught by Beauty, he hasn’t come to the villa for a week or two.

Beauty thought to herself, "He probably took the woman to another villa."

To avoid being interrupted by her again.

However, thinking about that face and that body, she didn’t expect the uncle’s aesthetics to be so low.

Such women are a dime a dozen on the street and in plastic surgery clinics.

It seems that even the most outstanding, beautiful men are the same kind of vulgar in their aesthetics!

In her heart, she still felt that Sarah was the only one worthy of that perverted uncle.

Beautiful women and handsome men have always been a perfect match, especially Sarah, who has an elegant demeanor from her bones.

She is a perfect match for a high-quality man like Lucas.

All of a sudden, an uninvited guest arrived at the villa.

Beauty was helping the old gardener water the flower beds when a big red Lamborghini drove in from the outside.

Seeing such a flamboyant color, she knew it was not Lucas’s car.

Could it be yet another woman knocking on the door?

Could it be the wave woman from last time?

After being driven away by her last time, she felt unwilling, so she took advantage of Lucas’s absence to bother her!

Beauty thought to herself while straining her neck to get a clearer look at the owner of the car.

The car stopped in the garage, and the butler immediately approached with a friendly attitude, showing instant recognition of both the car and its owner.

The sunshine was glaring.

Beauty lowered her hat and shielded her face from the sun, craning her neck to gaze curiously at the car.

The first thing that caught my eye were those ten-centimeter black stilettos, especially the diamond embedded in them, blindingly sparkling in the sun.

"Clearly, she’s rich!"

Exclaimed Beauty inwardly.

Perhaps it was the wealth that made the butler so eager to greet them, though just by looking at the car one could tell they must be affluent.

A woman dressed in a black wrap dress gracefully stepped out of the car, her hair elegantly coiled up, radiating a noble and wealthy aura.