Part 3I Sold My Photos to Catfish My Ex, But Accidentally Hooked His Billionaire Cousin

I adjusted my dress in the restroom, touched up my makeup, took a deep breath, and walked out.

Liam was standing outside waiting for me.

To be honest, Liam didn't look as refined and orderly as his name suggested; he gave off a sense of ease that seemed detached from the rules.

With a smiling face, he looked like a fox.

A man with this much money and power, engaging in online dating?

I proactively took Liam's arm; he paused imperceptibly, his smile growing wider.

"Want to buy anything? Or eat first?" he asked.

"Anything's fine," I said.

Then he took me shopping from store to store.

Unlike Oliver, he would patiently comment on how every bag and piece of clothing felt on me, and then pay for everything.

Oliver couldn't be bothered to look; he'd just sit in the store, play on his phone, and wait for me to pick things out before paying and leaving.

It was strange, feeling like a boyfriend had dropped from the sky.

But Liam was definitely not as casual as he appeared on the surface. The more a person is like this, the more dangerous they are.

But for now...

He even called two bodyguards to follow behind carrying the shopping bags.

"Evelyn, I've made a reservation at that restaurant you said you wanted to try before." Liam curved his lips slightly.

"Let's go!" I responded briskly.

"Do you still remember which one it was?" He lowered his eyes smoothly, his expression lazy.

Just like looking at prey in the palm of his hand.

...Which one.

I don't know!

At a time like this, I couldn't exactly pull out my phone and ask the "client."

The atmosphere fell silent.

My heart trembled, and I pursed my lips.

I also felt a chill.

I finally understood what the guy meant when he said Liam was scarier than Oliver.

Oliver's emotions were written all over his face. If you provoked him, you'd know immediately.

But Liam was different. I couldn't read him. For example, right now, I didn't know what he meant by suddenly asking this question.

I moved my lips, but before I could speak, he gave a half-smile, his voice warm and deep: "It's fine. Evelyn is busy, it's normal to be forgetful. I'll take you there, you'll see."

I nodded hastily.

Liam was still a good guy!

If it were Oliver who found out I forgot something about him, he would have coldly mocked me for five hours straight without repeating a word.