"Of course."
"I hope you make peace with yourself and move forward to better days."
Leaning against the hood of a Lamborghini by the side of the asphalt road, Samuel caught sight of Isabella crying as she clung to her little sister's hand, taking her sweet time before letting her go.
"What's the matter? After what happened at the hotel, did she have a change of heart and cry for your forgiveness?"
"It wasn't that dramatic."
Xanthea felt a pang of regret for Isabella. To harbor a crush on someone for so many years without even confessing before giving it all up. She had wanted to subtly inquire if he had any feelings for her, but all she saw was a cold sneer and scorn across his face.
"Samuel, you don’t really like her?"
"Of course not. She spent her school days mimicking you, driving you nuts. And just a while back, she deliberately tried to corner you on that show. I've seen it all. If she weren't a woman, I would’ve given her a piece of my mind a long time ago."
Saying this, he reached out, pinching her tender cheek.
"But you instead, you hold no grudges, even going out of your way to help her. You're truly an angel. Lucky for you, there’s a savvy me always here to protect you. So, tell me, you love me right?”
"Not in the way you think," mumbled Xanthea, pulling his hand away. "But what if she hadn’t mimicked me or targeted me? Would you have liked her then?"
"If none of that had happened, she wouldn’t even be on my radar."
It was probably for the best that Isabella never confessed. Hearing “I would’ve given her a piece of my mind” or “she wouldn’t even be on my radar” might have broken her heart.
"Alright, enough about her."
Samuel fiddled with his car keys, "I've recently stumbled upon an amazing restaurant. How about we go check it out?"
"I can't, I have a meeting."
"What meeting? I've already canceled it for you."
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