Reborn to My Engagement Night Chapter 167 Lucky To Have Met Me

Satisfied, Madelyn let go of Josiah, and the whole group merrily went off to have their meal.

Josiah rubbed his painful ear pitifully, wearing an expression of frustration.

In no time, they settled into a spacious private room in a certain restaurant, large enough to accommodate thirty people.

The dishes were served promptly, and the table was soon filled with extravagant delicacies.

Madelyn picked up her wine glass and stood up with a smile. “Eat and drink to your heart’s content, everyone! The bill is on me.”

After she finished speaking, she even patted her chest in assurance.

“You’re so generous, Madelyn!” The group exclaimed in unison.

The atmosphere soon became lively.

Madelyn, Jillian, Maxton, Josiah, Tristan, and the others chatted away happily.

“Are you two classmates?” Maxton glanced at Josiah, then at Madelyn. Noticing that they were of similar age, he couldn’t help but feel curious.

“No, not at all,” Madelyn shook her head while gnawing on a drumstick, speaking in a casual tone. “I met Josiah by chance at the race course. We’ve been through life and death situations together.”

For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, Maxton found himself inexplicably relieved.

“Hey! Let me tell you something, you cheeky girl,” protested Josiah. “You’re lucky to have met me, got it? There are countless young ladies out there who’d love to know me, yet they can’t.”

With a smug expression, Josiah snorted after he spoke.

“Pshh.” Madelyn scoffed, smiling contemptuously. As if suddenly remembering something, she said with a proud beam, “Oh, I almost forgot to introduce you all. This gentleman standing next to me is a nationally acclaimed martial arts champion. He’s also my martial arts coach. His name is Maxton Wendel. Handsome, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is!” At this moment, Tristan interjected, “Forgive my frankness, but although I’ve seen quite a few handsome men over the years, none of them really impressed me. However, at the shooting range just now, Coach Wendel’s charm left me in awe. Here’s a toast to you!”

Tristan raised his glass at Maxton and downed it.

Maxton gave a casual smile, then picked up his glass and took a sip.

Realization dawned on Josiah. “So you’re her coach. I was wondering what’s the connection. You should have mentioned it sooner, you brat. Here’s a toast to you, coach.”

After speaking, Josiah respectfully raised his glass for a toast. Maxton responded by taking another sip.

She wasn’t used to it at first but quickly grew accustomed to it.

They all enjoyed a happy, harmonious meal.

Madelyn casually asked Josiah, “Do you often go to the shooting range?”

Josiah shook his head. “Not really. I only go there occasionally.”

Tristan exposed his lie, “He’s lying! He often goes there.”

“Yeah. He doesn’t just frequent it, but his shooting skills are also quite impressive,” someone else chimed in.

“Wow!” Madelyn’s interest was piqued. “Really? Are you kidding?”

Josiah glared at the two of them, grumbling, “Can’t you two just shut up?”

He then looked at Madelyn. “Don’t listen to them.”

Madelyn scoffed, “Yeah right, as if I would believe you. Tristan, tell me. Is that true?”

“Of course it’s true!” Tristan said, brimming with enthusiasm as he blabbered nonstop. “Let me tell you, Madelyn, Josiah has been forced to learn shooting since he was little by his family. He’s also talented, so he has never missed a shot from the age of seven. But somehow, as he grew up, he developed this strong rebellious streak. He’d never listen to his family and constantly goes against them. Now he just goes to the shooting range for fun. It’s a pity to see such talent go to waste.”

After finishing his words, Tristan regrettably shook his head.

Josiah immediately shot him a glare. “You’re quite the chatterbox.”

Madelyn let out a soft chuckle.

However, she was aware that the elders of the Blume family held significant positions in the military. Therefore, it wasn’t surprising that they’d nurture the younger generation in terms of such skills.

It’s such a pity that this spoiled brat is so rebellious.

However, Madelyn didn’t mind. She looked at Josiah excitedly. “Hey, add me on WhatsApp. Or you could just give me your phone number.”

“What are you up to?” Josiah was enjoying his meal peacefully until he heard that, and he stared at her cautiously.

“Never mind then.” Madelyn tutted when he seemed reluctant to do so. Giving up on asking him, she turned to Tristan. “What’s his phone number?”

Tristan told her a string of numbers and asked, “Do you want his WhatsApp? I can send it to you.”

“Tristan!” Josiah was livid, landing a punch on Tristan’s shoulder. “Did this brat pay you or what? Why are you always siding with outsiders?”

“I…” Tristan lowered his head pitifully.

The trio started roughhousing playfully.

Maxton, being the older one, was more mature. He observed their playful antics from the side, finding it amusing.

Jillian, on the other hand, was naturally shy. Surrounded by so many handsome boys, she felt utterly uncomfortable, her face constantly flushed with embarrassment.

After about three hours, the meal finally came to an end. Everyone said their goodbyes at the hotel entrance.

Before leaving, Josiah waved at Madelyn. “I’ll see you around, brat.”

“We’ll see each other again soon.” Madelyn smiled confidently.

“Hopefully.” Josiah reciprocated the smile before getting into the car with Tristan and the others.

Maxton also bid Madelyn farewell. “See you tomorrow.”

“All right.” Madelyn nodded, seeing him off.

At that moment, a smile lingered on Jillian’s lips, giving the impression that she was quite content.

In truth, she was indeed rather happy, happier than she had ever been before.

Madelyn, too, was quite pleased. Following that, she hailed a taxi for Jillian, and then got one for herself. They both headed home separately.

It was eleven o’clock at night when Madelyn returned home. She had assumed Sebastian would probably be home, but to her surprise, there was no sign of him.

She couldn’t help frowning. Is he still working overtime at this late hour?

So, she took out her phone, ready to give Sebastian a call.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“Who is it?” Curious, she wondered who could it be at this hour. Is it Sebastian? No, it can’t be him. If it was him, he could’ve entered by scanning his fingerprint.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door swung open, Harriet stood there, supporting Sebastian.