At the Washington Historical Museum, Andrew, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, asked the receptionist, "Hello, is Miss Diana Prince here?"
"Another one here for Diana.→"
The receptionist sighed. Diana was not only a stunning beauty, but also possessed an extraordinary temperament. Every day, men came hoping to pursue her, yet none had succeeded.
Because she received so many flowers, the museum had even established a recycling arrangement with a florist.
"He's not only dressed simply, he didn't even bring flowers. He's probably the least sincere one yet."
The receptionist secretly mocked Andrew, then said in a highly formal tone, "Sorry, sir, Miss Prince is unavailable right now.
"If you have something to discuss, you may leave your phone number or write a note.
"When she is free, I will give her your number and message."
Andrew smiled. "If I said I was her boyfriend, would you laugh right here?"
"I would. Sir, delusions are an illness. You should seek treatment as soon as possible."
The receptionist laughed, but Andrew did not mind. This young woman was rather interesting.
Just then, accompanied by the click of high heels, Diana emerged in a long dress, elegant and noble. When she saw Andrew, her mouth fell open, her face filled with disbelief.
Diana had come out because she had heard a familiar voice and wanted to take a look. As a Demigod, her hearing was rather acute.
But Diana had never expected the man outside to actually be Andrew. Not someone who merely resembled him—he was Andrew. She was certain.
Compared to her youthful innocence decades ago, Diana was now thoroughly mature. Andrew opened his arms and smiled. "Diana, long time no see. Aren't you going to give me a hug?"
Seeing this, the receptionist was about to call security. At that moment,