Layla took a deep breath. She went online to look for a photo of Eric. She copied the photo before sending it to her best friend.
When Amy saw Eric's photo, she replied with a series of question marks.
Amy: [Why are you sending me Eric Santos' photo? I'm asking you to send me a photo of that old person that you like!]
Layla typed with her rather numb hands, [He is that person!]
[Bloody hell! F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!]
[What sort of response is this?]
[I can accept! I can accept!]
[Amy, be serious!]
[I can accept Eric as my boyfriend! He is so handsome! Even if he is fifty years old, I would still love him!]
[… Don't try to steal him from me!]
[Are you two in a relationship? Does he like you as well? What is the situation between you two right now? Are you free to talk? Can I call you?!]
…
The butler was speaking to Irene in the Woods' mansion.
"Irene, has your pay been debited into your account? I told Mrs. Woods about your grandmother's passing. She knows that you have no support right now, and she pities you, so she decided to pay you the full amount despite, you not coming into work for a few days," the butler said, smiling.
"Sir, thank you! My pay is in my account already," Irene said gratefully, "The money that I owe you…"
"There is no rush. You owe other people some money as well, and you still need to get into college. If you insist on returning the money, you can return it once you have graduated and gotten a job!" the butler said. "Irene if only your face had not been ruined, you would surely have been a likable child."
"Sir, thank you."
"We'll see in the evening." Lucas continued putting his model gun together.
Irene sat by the side and looked at the model.
The model was quite intricate. It needed a lot of patience to put it together.
Irene's eyes traced his long fingers, traveling upward till they touched his face. They had been seeing each other daily, and she knew what he looked like, but she had not studied his face this closely before.
First, it was rude to do so. Second, she did not dare do it.
However, at that moment, Lucas was so focused on the model that the serious expression he wore transformed him into a different person.
Irene forgot her fear. After looking at him for a while, she found him to be quite handsome.
"Have you had enough of looking?" Lucas looked up at her stunned expression, "You're starry-eyed!"
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