“Ladies first.” Bruce opened the door for you, inviting you into the luxurious interior of his car. His gaze slid over your outfit. You were stunning.

He had always used his gallantry to charm other women, whether for a single night or at gala events, but with you it barely worked, and he felt a little nervous, after all, he had asked out the woman of his dreams.

It was love at first sight for Bruce when he met you by chance, just like in the romantic movies he couldn’t stand.

Later, the two of you got to know each other better, talking for some time. Even his children and Alfred noticed how his behavior had changed, but he didn’t care.

After closing the door behind you, he sighed, gathered his courage, and took the driver’s seat. Then he reached back and pulled out a huge bouquet of flowers. Your favorites.

“These are for you. I thought flowers might brighten your day with an annoying suitor who finally invited a beautiful lady to an Italian restaurant.”

He smiled that same charming playboy smile.

“I hope you don’t mind?” He raised an eyebrow.