Geraldine Robin

I knew Malcolm Anderson was notorious for his love of fun.

He was unruly, with a wild personality, and gossip about him never ceased.

But this very man, after meeting me, willingly decided to settle down.

And he even proposed to marry me.

I never really understood why Malcolm chose me among all his girlfriends until that day he got drunk and asked me to pick him up.

In the dimly lit room, his shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his toned arms.

In his arms was a seductive red-haired woman.

The woman clung to him, and the intimate sounds they made were enough to make anyone blush and their heart race.

After a long while, he reluctantly let go of the woman.

Then he reached out and downed the remaining liquor in his glass.

His expression seemed to revert back to that of the carefree young master of the Anderson family.

"Mr. Anderson, you're a playboy. Are you really deciding to settle down and marry a good girl like Geraldine?"

Malcolm's cheeks were flushed. It was unclear whether it was from desire or drunkenness.

He spoke in a lazy tone,

"You know nothing."

Even though he was drunk, his words still carried an air of arrogance.

"Of course, I need to marry a well-behaved and sensible woman like Geraldine."

"This way, even if I keep a mistress or have affairs in the future, she wouldn't dare bring up divorce."

"And these women are only for my amusement when I'm bored."

After saying this, Malcolm took the cigarette lit by the red-haired woman beside him.

He exhaled smoke that enveloped his entire face.

The people in the room laughed at his words.

Malcolm slightly curled his lips and pulled the red-haired girl into his arms, his large hand roaming over her body.

"Go sing a song for us."

"But Mr. Anderson, I only want to sing for you."

Malcolm didn't indulge her. Instead, he took the microphone handed by someone else and shoved it into her hand without a word.

"You know I don't like disobedient women."

The woman obediently stood on stage and started singing.

I stood outside the door, staring blankly at Malcolm indulging in laughter and pleasure inside the room.

Someone noticed me and asked,

"Geraldine, are you here to take Malcolm home?"

Suppressing my emotions, I shook my head.

"No, I'm just here to find a friend. I won't go in. I don't want to disturb your fun."

"By the way, there's no need to tell him I was here."

It was probably the first time they saw me with such a firm attitude and cold demeanor.

That person didn't say anything further but nodded slightly.

After all, in our circle, they clearly understood that I was known as a good girl.

When my friends learned that I was going to marry Malcolm, no one advised me to reconsider.

They were more envious of me.

They were envious that I could marry a wealthy and handsome man like Malcolm, and make him settle down for me.

But no one knew that his real intention was to play the field after marriage.

I turned around to leave and then bumped into someone.