Can't Resist the Billionaire

My dad's consideration was practical. He only had me, his daughter. He's always strict with me. He didn't want me to do anything bad outside, and he didn't want me to be like other girls who were only into money. He just wanted me to find a reliable one.

So when my father saw Vincent's car, he was skeptical about my future. After all, my family was not rich. If Vincent didn't take me seriously, then...

"Well, my parents like me to find a reliable, normal husband, and most importantly, one who will spend the rest of my life with me!" I answered him honestly.

Vincent nodded thoughtfully and suddenly smiled weirdly. "It seems that your family-style is quite strict. If I tell your parents about us, what will they react?"

My heart missed a beat, and my face immediately became very ugly. "You dare, I warn you, if you dare to tell my parents about our relationship, I will not let you go!"

"You won't let me off? Or I won't let you off?" The corners of Vincent's lips curled into a smug smile. It was as if he had caught hold of something on me. Even his eyes filled with a desire to control me.

When we were at loggerheads, my mother poked her head out from the kitchen and said to me. "Jasmine, time to eat!"

In front of my parents, I couldn’t lose my temper. Although Vincent's attitude was really arrogant, I still had to endure, because once I anger him, I would be in trouble!

During dinner, my father and Vincent chatted with each other politely. During the conversation, my mother probably couldn't stand it anymore. So she tentatively asked Vincent. "How long have you been with my daughter Jasmine?"

Vincent turned to look at me, smiled, and said. "About a few months!"

It

asked. "Are you

without hesitation. "Of course, now I just need Jasmine to give me a clear attitude, and then I can start to hold

looked at each other. My mom still came forward and said. "Vincent, I think you're well-off. I

firmly."Don't worry, Auntie. My family listens to me. My father said that

the gist of Vincent's words,

always been the kind of person who was arrogant and had few emotions in his eyes. But today, a trace of sadness flashed in

Was his mother dead?

he said to my father honestly. "My mother was not very well in the past few years, so was her mental status. So she has been

that's what it is!" My dad felt that he had asked about her secret,

atmosphere at the dinner table seemed to have changed. It seemed that since Vincent told her mother's

my father while cleaning the dishes. "Steven, take Vincent to find a

probably thought so too. After hearing my

out and find a hotel in the middle of

politely said to my father. "No, uncle. I have to drive back tonight. There will be

stone in my heart was finally relieved. However, when