"It was you who said it."
Samuel was halfway through his sentence when he got interrupted. He looked bewildered, "What?"
Xanthea also looked puzzled at Orion.
Orion pulled out his phone and played a recording. It was their conversation.
'Honestly, I don't like Matthew at all. He's foolish, cowardly, with all the wrong intentions. He's unambitious, and from top to bottom, inside and out, there's nothing about him that matches Xan. Well, I shouldn't say that. In my eyes, no man on this Earth good enough for Xan. If it were you, you might just be enough to match her.'
'Really?'
'Really!'
'No take-backs.'
'What's there to take back?'
As Xanthea listened to the recording, her eyes filled with surprise and joy.
"When did this happen? So, Samuel, you've approved of me and Orion?"
Samuel was caught off guard by the recording. His face went through a series of colors—pale, then dark, and finally a sickly green; quite a spectacular sight to behold.
This was something he had casually said to comfort Orion, and he never expected it to be recorded and used against him. This man was truly cunning!
"Orion, you're quite the strategist, recording our conversation like that!"
Orion humbly replied, "I was just recording Xan, and it just so happened that you showed up, Samuel."
"I told you not to call me Samuel. Who do you think you are!"
Watching Samuel so flustered and angry, Xanthea ran over and clung to Orion's arm, "Samuel, a gentleman’s word is his bond, you taught me that since I was little. You can't go back on your word now. Otherwise, your image in my heart will be ruined!"
Samuel was left speechless, his face turning red with frustration. Confronted with his own words, he couldn't argue and had to shift his focus.
"So, does that mean you two can be all lovey-dovey here?!" He glared at Xanthea holding onto Orion's arm, fuming with rage, "And dare to do it right in front of me."
Xanthea quickly let go of her arms on Orion.
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