Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Chapter 917: 268: Almighty Xin Xin, make the most of your youth with poetry and wine! _5
 

Rachel Barton didn’t want to put it too bluntly as they were sisters after all, and wanted to save each other’s face, “Delia, I think you’re just too lonely and want someone in your life, and you just happened to meet this suitor. But like you said, two people can only be together if they are evenly matched; otherwise, there will be no good outcome.”

As Rachel spoke, she paused for a moment, then continued, “Delia, your situation is complicated. If you really want to date someone, I’d advise you to consider the man introduced by Mrs. Eyre downstairs. Though he’s been married before, the man is actually quite good, at least, he is someone who can provide a comfortable life.”

Confident as Delia Frieman was, her confidence dwindled in light of Rachel’s words.

Indeed.

If it’s about dating, both sides should be on equal footing.

But what was she in front of Noah Reed?

No education, no family background, not even a shred of innocence left.

She would be a disgrace to Noah.

Paying attention to the changes in Delia’s expression, Rachel continued, “Delia, how about I ask Mrs. Eyre to bring the guy over tomorrow morning for you to meet? Who knows, you two might hit it off! It’ll also help distract your attention.”

After finishing, Rachel went on: “Delia, every moment of our lives matters. As the saying goes, each moment is as precious as gold. Why should we waste our time on something with no possible outcome?”

Delia’s heart was gradually becoming cold.

Like a block of ice in the depth of winter.

Indeed…

Time is gold, why waste it on something with no outcome?

Rachel again asked: “Delia, what do you think?”

Delia Frieman, who was in a daze, was barely able to hear what Rachel was saying, but she nodded numbly.

Rachel was very pleased.

Finally, Delia took her advice!

She and Noah Reed were definitely not meant to be.

Noah was like the sun shining in the sky.

Brilliant and breathtaking.

And Delia…

Someone once described fallen women in the red-light district in this way.

“Their bodies were decaying, like the sewer on the street. Who would ever want to touch garbage in the sewer?”

The next morning.

Delia had the day off, no need to work.

She was just thinking about sleeping in a bit, but Rachel knocked on her door at this moment, “Delia, wake up! Mrs. Eyre is bringing the man over here at nine o’clock!”

Delia was puzzled, “What do you mean?”

Rachel explained what happened the previous night and said: “Delia, I’ve spoken to Mrs. Eyre about this. You’re not going back on your word, are you?”

Delia Frieman didn’t expect that she had agreed to set up a meeting in her confused state. She ran her fingers through her hair, “No, I’m getting up right away.”

Since she had agreed to it, she might as well meet him.

As Rachel said, getting a little distraction wouldn’t hurt.

Rachel nodded, “Then make it quick, get up and get ready.”

“Okay.”

Rachel left Delia’s bedroom.

As she stepped out of the bedroom, she went straight to the washroom and thoroughly washed her hands twice with soap.

Nine o’clock sharp.

Rachel and Delia arrived at a nearby teahouse, where Mrs. Eyre had brought a middle-aged man.Upon entering, they saw Mrs. Eyre sitting with a man who appeared to be around forty.

Bald.

With a bit of a belly.

Not too appealing in appearance.

Rachel greeted with a smile, “Mrs. Eyre.”

Then she introduced, “This is my sister, Delia.”

Delia also greeted Mrs. Eyre.

Then, Mrs. Eyre introduced them to the man, “Delia, this is Dylan, Dylan Turley.”

Upon seeing Delia, Dylan looked at her from head to toe, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Delia didn’t quite like his look.

It felt as if she were some commodity.

Afterward, Mrs. Eyre suggested to Rachel, “Rachel, why don’t you accompany me for a walk, while Delia has a chat with Dylan.”

“Sure,” Rachel nodded, and followed Mrs. Eyre.

When they left.

Dylan Turley turned to Delia, “How old are you exactly?”

“Twenty-eight.” Despite her mixed feelings for Dylan, Delia responded politely to his question.

Dylan nodded and said: “Let’s cut to the chase then. I’m quite pleased with you. But if you are to be with me, I’d prefer you not to wear makeup, just as my ex-wife did. Also, I already have a son, so if we get together, you would have to get sterilized because I promised my ex-wife that our son would be the only child I have in my life…”