Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 247: Girls Need to Be Cajoled

Brian Rhodes almost couldn’t hold back from hitting Clark Jacobs when he heard what Clark said.

Is this kid not fully grown in the brain or what? Even though it wasn’t directly mentioned last time, wasn’t his lack of response obvious enough?

Clark didn’t care, and instead kept talking, saying that at first, he also found it strange and ridiculous that Jensen Sterling could like someone, and initially thought it was just a game.

But after what happened at the bar last time, he somewhat changed his mind. Honestly, he later went and dug up the videos of Jensen and Mia Sutton to watch.

After watching them, he reached a conclusion: Jensen and Mia are truly in love.

He swears on his reputation as a playboy who has been in the romantic scene for years that it is absolutely true.

And now, seeing Jensen’s current state, it’s obviously a quarrel with Mia. What’s the big deal? When it comes to pacifying girls, he’s an expert.

"Jensen, take a listen to what Rhodes says. You and Mia are perfectly fine, aren’t you?"

Then he shifted a bit from his seat and said, "Jensen, are you having a fight with Mia?"

Jensen lifted his gaze to look at him, almost expressionless.

Clark could tell he hadn’t stepped on any landmines, so he got even bolder and continued, "Jensen, you see, girls are raised to be cherished and spoiled. It’s quite normal for them to have a bit of a temper, right? So, Jensen, you need to be more accommodating."

"At worst, after she calms down, you can reason with her, right?"

"Plus, Mia doesn’t seem like someone who’d throw a fit without reason, so is there maybe some misunderstanding between you two?"

... From the moment Clark started talking, he hadn’t stopped. His mouth was like a machine gun firing rapidly, leaving people bewildered.

He hadn’t paused, continuing, "Jensen, I’m telling you, from my experience, girls are soft-hearted creatures who fancy lipsticks, bags, clothes—stuff like that. So... you understand, buy Mia more of those things."

And then he saw Jensen turn his head and shoot him a cold look.

Clark: "..."

Immediately, he slapped his own mouth: "See me, I misspoke Jensen, I didn’t mean Mia is materialistic...ugh."

"What I’m saying is, just buy Mia some things she likes to cheer her up, right."

After saying so much, Clark looked expectantly at the two beside him, waiting for their approval. Who knew he’d wait forever, and Jensen remained silent, while Brian directly laughed.

"Quite experienced, huh."

Clark: "Of course, a man who’s passed through a sea of flowers."

Yet, after Clark’s antics, the atmosphere improved significantly.

Jensen sat on one side, his eyebrows slightly relaxed, but his expression was still very indifferent. After a while, he set down his wine glass, picked up his jacket, and stood up from his seat.

Looking down at the two still sitting on the sofa, he said lightly, "I’m leaving, next time bring Mia out."

...

Clark watched as Jensen exited the private room and disappeared from their sight, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Then, turning his head to Brian, he said with a slightly drifting tone, "Wasn’t Jensen the one who invited us out today, and yet he’s leaving first?"

Brian glanced at him, then also stood up, picked up his things, and patted Clark’s shoulder, speaking earnestly, "You enjoy yourself slowly."

After saying that, he left as well.

Leaving Clark alone in the private room: "..."

He was probably just a tool!

Hmph, let them leave. He can have fun alone anyway. After all, it’s not his money being spent. Then he picked up the phone and started calling his group of buddies to go out.

While waiting in the private room, he thought of Jensen’s look just now.

Clicking his tongue twice, though Jensen didn’t say anything, he would definitely use his method for sure.

He really is just a mediocre little genius at love.

...

Sitting in the car, Jensen slowly spun his phone with his long fingers, thinking about what Clark had just said.

Though none of it related to him, there’s one thing he didn’t get wrong: he’s a thirty-year-old fighting with a twenty-year-old girl over what?

She just wants to sleep in the guest room, so let her. Eventually, she’ll return to the master bedroom.

If she’s not clear-headed, then just wait slowly for her to be. What’s the rush?

Being thrown off balance by the little girl’s suggestion to sleep in the guest room.

If the Sterling Family knew that such a trivial matter could cause Jensen such an emotional upheaval, they’d surely be shocked.

As Jensen was about to start the car, the phone rang. He glanced at the contact name, then let go of the steering wheel, leaning lazily against the seat.

Then he answered the phone, and calmly asked, "What’s up?"

On the other side, Brian was also holding his phone, walking slowly, saying teasingly, "I really didn’t expect you to be serious about this."

He wasn’t surprised by the silence on the other end, and continued, "I remember last time your mood wasn’t like this. What changed so quickly?"

Jensen held the phone, flashed on the image of the young girl in his mind, and after a moment, he slowly spoke, "Last time, I hadn’t figured it out."

Hadn’t figured out exactly what this feeling towards the young girl was.

Before, it was just instinctive, habitual kindness toward her, without much thought. When she was a little dumpling, he was already fond of her, so he didn’t think much of it.

Later, he gradually felt that perhaps because she was too young, while he had been through so much over the years, seeing her so obediently smart and dazzling, always wanting to treat her well, even better.

Maybe it was just ordinary elder-to-younger affection.

But the reaction that night laid everything bare before him.

It wasn’t because of the past, nor elder care—it’s a man’s love for a woman, a lifetime wish to keep someone by one’s side.

If someone lived all their life in a cold, emotionless world, without any emotional waves it’d be fine, but once they experienced warmth, experienced such feelings, who would be willing to let go? Who could bear letting go?

Listening to the voice on the other end, Brian snickered, "You figured it out now?"

Jensen didn’t answer, because it’s unnecessary, paused for a long time, then slowly said, "I hear your mom is setting you up on a blind date?"

Brian: "..."

Jensen held the phone, speaking very calmly, "Good luck."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

On the other end, Brian directly cursed: "Damn, not everyone is like you who loves getting married."