“Compared to seeing you in despair, it doesn’t really matter if my way looks ridiculous.” After finishing her tea, Monica was now straightening her dress. She looked as beautiful as a painting coming to life. Only if the beautiful woman would stop attacking people with her words.
“Hey, you! Can you hear all the nonsense that you’re talking about? Do you not see how insanely arrogant you are?” Sabrina couldn’t contain herself and blurted.
I gave the woman a little nudge and was about to say something when we were all disrupted by a familiar sound of car engine. Together, we turned toward the source of the sound and saw a red Maserati pulling up at the entrance.
Before long, a pair of long legs stepped out of the car, followed by Christopher’s handsome and perfectly symmetrical face. He was wearing a set of white suit, which gave out a different air than the usual black ones.
The white suit evened out his sharp but charming facial features. His slightly curled-up lips made him look more warm and approachable than usual.
With his hands tucked in his pockets, the man strode toward my direction and stopped at about a yard away from me. A glint of delight flashed across Christopher’s eyes as his laser vision lingered on me.
Embarrassed, I squirmed slightly and said softly, “What are you looking at? Do you not recognize me?”
The man suddenly took a big step forward, picked me up, and then swirled one round on the spot before he happily replied, “You’re exactly right! Who is this beautiful woman? I must make you my wife!”
“Oh, dear. Put me down, Chris. We’re in a public place. People are watching.” I pounded lightly on his back while carefully holding onto his neck and shoulder.
Christopher carefully put me back onto my chair, but his eyes were still glued to me. He raised an eyebrow and feigned a sigh. “Gosh, now I feel very conflicted.”
“What’s wrong?” His comment made me feel self-conscious and started checking if something was wrong with my dress.
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