Bella Green was a little startled, not quite sure how to respond to this question. But since she was the one who initiated this topic, she had to bravely continue it.
When it comes to what kind of men she likes, she really has no standards.
Suddenly. She thought of Vivian Thornecroft’s appearance, her brow furrowing...
"Um, that kind who looks gentle and cultured, always carries a graceful smile, knows how to care for people, sweet-talks, and..."
The more Bella Green spoke, the darker Mason Bennett’s face became.
It turned out the little one’s preferred type was completely opposite of him.
Just when he was feeling depressed, her soft voice suddenly shifted.
"Well, the type I just mentioned, in short, is a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a scoundrel in gentleman’s attire, so any type but that is good."
In the previous second, Mason Bennett was feeling quite downcast, but upon hearing these words, a dark gleam flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted.
So, was this little one subtly hinting at him? Did she like his type?
But the next second, something felt off. So, the opposite would mean not caring for people, and not sweet-talking?
Is that... considered a merit?
As long as the little one likes it, that’s fine.
His anxious heart settled down instantly after hearing Bella Green’s words.
While Bella Green was speaking, she noticed that the corners of the man’s mouth were smiling, seemingly in a good mood.
"Are you trying to set me up with a boyfriend?" Bella Green asked with a strange expression, then added, "Didn’t you say that early romance is not allowed?"
The first sentence made Mason Bennett’s smile freeze slightly, and the second completely erased his smile.
Why did he feel like he dug a hole for himself?
"Early romance is indeed not allowed, but I never said you can’t interact and get familiar with someone with the premise of a potential relationship."
Bella Green: "..." What do you mean?
"So you really want to set me up with a guy!?"
Bella Green looked at him in shock. When did this man change professions to become a pimp?
Hearing the young person’s words, Mason Bennett pursed his lips in silence, looking at him with displeasure in his eyes.
Was this little one playing dumb with him?
Mason Bennett sat up straight, looking deeply at her, and slowly spoke.
"The type you just mentioned, the one you like, is it my type?"
The man’s words exploded in Bella Green’s head like an atom bomb, leaving her completely dazed.
Did she ever say something like that?
"Uh, no, what I mean is..."
"So, do you want to date me?" The man’s tone was assertive, looking at her seriously.
Bella Green: "..." o((⊙﹏⊙))o
"I could consider agreeing to you." The man thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
A baffled Bella Green, who inexplicably became the confessor: "..."
"Wait a minute, I’m a bit lost here." Bella Green raised her hand, signaling for a pause with a bewildered face, then tried to organize her thoughts.
"By the way, did I just confess to you?"
"When you said your preferred type, wasn’t it me?" Mason Bennett raised an eyebrow and spoke lightly.
Bella Green was dumbfounded, standing there in a bit of a daze.
What she just said was clearly the opposite of Vivian Thornecroft’s type, how could it...
Bella Green thought about it and suddenly took a sharp breath, looking at Mason Bennett, scrutinizing him up and down several times.
Come to think of it, Mason Bennett was indeed a completely different type than Vivian Thornecroft.
So, what she just said, did it really... fit Mason Bennett?
"Uh, that’s not what I meant." Bella Green said anxiously, raising a hand to tousle her soft short hair.
"I, um, don’t have any plans to date right now." Even if she did, dude, you’re a straight man, how could you date a ’boy’?
"So, are you rejecting me?" Mason Bennett’s face instantly darkened, his tone cold.