Beware Of Mr. Amnesiacs

Eighteen: Meet George's

Dallas, US

Shia was busy rummaging through her wardrobe. He stared at the pile of dresses in his bed. If only the meeting place with the man was not a fancy restaurant, of course Shia would appear as usual.

Unfortunately, their meeting place is a 5-star restaurant that is revamped using a special access card and unfortunately the card given by Robert is a VIP card.

Shia had almost forgotten that she had an appointment with the man who would become her fiance. Robert's own choice of man doesn't know what he looks like.

‘If there's Liam maybe she can help me choose Shia's inner’ dress. The girl looked at the glass cabinet. He stared wistfully at a charter with the inscription ‘RELIAM’.

“I hope you're okay”

Shia sighed, it had been 3 days since Liam's departure from her home and during that time Shia was still thinking about the man. Shia had to admit, she was a little worried about Liam's state.

“Damn it!” Bumpat Shia when looking at the clock on the nightstand showed at 2 while the appointment of the meeting was 4 o'clock. Shia needs time to get from Dallas to Texas.

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Texas, US.

Seen someone wearing all black clothes that cover his body, complete with a hat and mask on his face makes anyone will not recognize his figure. But from the shape of his body others will know that the figure is a man.

The pair of sharp eyes kept watching the figure of a beautiful girl who had just descended from a white sports car in harmony with a knee-length white dress without arms wrapped around her beautiful body. Those sharp eyes glittered not like to see the look of the girl. This is the first time he has seen his girl wearing a dress that makes her look more charming coupled with low-heeled white heels that make her more graceful.

Shia, the girl being stalked, walks into a restaurant after pointing a card Robert gave to a waiter who leads her straight into the elevator to the 6th floor.

Shia turned her back to the rest of the restaurant. Sepi, that was Shia's description with this place besides the elegant interior of the restaurant. Netra Shia caught the only person in the restaurant.

A man in a brown shirt suit was sitting in the corner of the room. The man seemed oblivious to Shia's presence as his gaze was always directed out the glass window.

“Mr. George?” George turned his gaze towards Shia, the man smiled faintly

“I told you you would regret rejecting me, miss”, said Geroge, who made Shia frown in confusion

“You forgot me?” continued

Shia sat herself in front of George. His brown bead scanned the man in front of him. The man with light brown hair and a gesture that looks like a playboy, has Shia ever met him?

“It seems true that you forgot me, Arshia Clarikson”, George said.

“Sorry, my memory is low”

“No problem, we have a lot of time to get to know each other George said, his hand grabbed the legged glass, he poured the wine and gave it to Shia then switched on the glass. Shia raised her glass towards George's.

‘Ting’

The clanking sound between the two glasses that met was heard.

“You don't drink?” george asked as Shia put the glass back down without drinking it.

“Not” Shia replied briefly. George again commented on the faint smile he had lipped.

“So why would you marry me?” ask Shia directly. George gulped down the wine with a gaze that could not be separated from the brown netra in front of him.

“Sorry, but i’m busy tomorrow”

“You know this is the second time I've been rejected by a woman” George said. A waiter came by with a food trolley. The waiter put the food on the table. Shia took a bowl of soup and spooned the soup into her mouth.

“And this is the second time my presence is not considered” George said again. The man was still staring at the indifferent Shia with himself.

“Do you really have that much influence?” tanya Shia was still busy with her food. Don't say he's greedy but if given the trip from Dallas to Texas that took almost 3 hours, who wouldn't be hungry?

“Usually all women will swarm me, do you think the nickname lady-killer is not a big influence?” George said arrogantly.

Shia raised her gaze, her manic stared at George flat with her still cool mouth chewing on his food. His mind is not wrong if George has the impression of a playboy in one look.

“You sound like a striped nose man!”

Gluey! Shia's words were like a knife piercing her chest. George was petrified, for the first time he could not dwell in front of a woman and strangely George liked this situation. Shia is the type of woman who cannot be easily conquered.

“You spoke to me?” george asked, pointing to himself

“In addition to the mottled nose you are also not self-conscious” said Shia while smiling sweetly. George raised one of his eyebrows and chuckled.

“At least you're not crazy” continued Shia.

“Who say I’m not crazy?” George. A second later Shia felt this man in front of her was dangerous, although his attitude was friendly yet in the man's gaze was implied a cunning.

“So, you admit you're crazy?” Shia asked back

“If I am sane I might not think of dragging you into my bed right now!”

Shia sighed softly, she stopped eating it and rubbed her lips with a tissue.

“Who would suspect a man like this would be my fiancee” Shia said in a satirical tone

“Men like this?” George smiled in anguish.

“Yes, the man who admitted himself a lady-killer but instead wanted marriage, what do you think of the fate of the women who clung to you before?” Shia crossed her arms in front of her chest, her gaze glaring at George flatly.

“Listen to me jerk! If you think your lady-killer nickname is great please find another woman, I don't have time to play around with you!” shia. George could no longer hold back his laughter, he laughed loudly making Shia look at the man with horror.

“How is Shia it seems I'm getting more interested in you” George said in between his laughter.

Shia looked around, it seemed like George had gone crazy!

BRAKK!!

A new airbuds output was thrown rough by the owner outside the car window. The blue bead stared intently at the monitor screen, which featured two gender-different people staring at each other in the corner of a luxury retailer. Yes, the man was running through one of the CCTVs at Shia's place.

“How dare that bastard!” He cursed when he saw the two men stepping out. The man's hand easily grabbed Shia's waist.

“You let your body touch another man, Shia?” The man asked as he continued to stare at the screen of his phone. As if it could answer his question.

“George Pattion yes?” said the man with a faint sneer. I don't know what he thought in his brain when he mentioned that name.