Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: The Date

Night of the next day soon arrived and Lillian soon found herself in the dress Aria had chosen.

Looking at her reflection on the mirror, Lillian realized how right Aria was in picking this dress. It wasn’t too formal nor too casual, and it didn’t make her feel out of place either.

The dress felt like it was made for only her.

Giving herself a once over, Lillian turned to Aria who sat on the bed with a wide grin on her face. One would think her face was now permanently stuck with that as she had been holding that grin since she started helping Lillian get ready, a few hours ago.

But no, she was just like this because she was getting teasing material to use against her.

"Alright," Aria clapped her hands together, snapping her from her thoughts. "Let’s hurry it up, Ethan will be here in a few minutes."

Lillian’s heart skipped at the mention of his name. "I-it’s time already? I thought we still had time..."

Aria raised a brow. "What, you planning on running away before he knocks?"

"No!" Lillian shot back a little too quickly, earning a mischievous smirk from her friend. She turned back to the mirror, smoothing her dress for the hundredth time. "I just... don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard."

Aria leaned forward on her elbows, her grin refusing to fade. "Trust me, Lil. You look like you’re trying just enough. Any less, and he’d think you don’t care. Any more, and he’d think you’re obsessed. Right now? Perfect balance."

Just as stated, a knock soon came and Lillian immediately froze.

Aria turned to her with a wicked glint in her eye. "That’s your cue, Miss Hayes. Go get your prince."

Lillian groaned, muttering, "He’s not—" but the words died in her throat as the knock came again, firmer this time.

Aria was already pushing her toward the door. "Don’t keep him waiting."

Her legs felt like stone as she reached for the handle. She drew a shaky breath, gathering every shred of composure she had. Then, slowly, she opened the door.

Outside stood Ethan and although he was still the same Ethan she knew, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

He had on a charcoal suit, with the same colored shirt underneath, coupled with formal black shoes.

Although she knew he might not have spent as much time as she did on her outfit, he looked naturally charming.

A thought which immediately caused Lillian to blush a bit. But if she looked closer, she’d notice that even with his calm look, there was a bit of nervousness underneath.

In his hand was a slim, rectangular box wrapped neatly in dark blue paper.

"This is for you," Ethan said simply, holding it out.

Lillian blinked in surprise, carefully accepting it. "O-oh... what is it?"

"A pen," Ethan replied, his tone casual. "I thought it might be useful, considering the work you’ll be doing soon."

Relief washed through her, it wasn’t flowers or jewelry or anything that could be mistaken for that.

She opened it to reveal a silver pen nestled inside, its weight speaking of quiet value.

"It’s... beautiful," she murmured, tracing it lightly with her finger. "Thank you."

"You’ll need it," Ethan said, adjusting his cufflinks before gesturing toward the hallway. "Shall we?"

"Remember to bring me something on your way back!" Aria’s shout came from inside the hotel room as Lillian took Ethan’s hand.

Lillian flushed at Aria’s parting remark but quickly looked away, tucking the pen box carefully into her bag as she stepped into the hallway. Ethan smiled in response to Aria’s remark before leading Lillian towards the elevator.

The ride down was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Lillian clutched her clutch bag a little too tightly, trying not to fidget. She was acutely aware of Ethan’s presence beside her, the calm composure he always seemed to carry, as if nothing could shake him.... Or so she thought.

Ethan could’ve sworn that he was completely prepared for this date. In his mind, it was only a way to reward her for successfully closing the deal with Google.

But he suddenly started feeling conscious of it. For some reason, her drunk antics always flashed in his mind when he thought of the date.

How she had tried kissing him played over and over in his mind. But he chucked it all to him being young again, maybe his hormones were acting up again.

He stole a quick glance at her reflection in the elevator’s polished steel wall. Lillian was biting her lip, pretending to adjust her hair when in reality, she was just trying to hide her nerves.

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