Mr.EX, I Deserve Someone Better novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

When we were little, the Greens had just moved in.

Because Oliver was chubby and introverted, he was often bullied by other boys.

I saw it, grabbed a stick, and rushed over to save him.

And I yelled at those kids:

“If you ever dare to bully Oliver again, I’ll knock you out and send you to the police station!”

The group of kids made faces and ran away.

I pulled up Oliver, who had fallen on the ground, and lectured him like a little adult:

“If they bully you again, you have to bravely fight back!”

But seeing his teary-eyed, cowardly look, I waved my hand:

“Forget it, forget it. If they bully you again, just drop my name. I’m Fernando.”

I took his hand and put a sticker on his arm:

“This is for you, my idol, Hercules!”

My memories returning, I reached out and touched that car charm.

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I suddenly remembered that during the most troublesome period of Alexander’s business, his enemies were eyeing him like prey.

He almost had accidents on the road several times.

I specifically went to the temple, knelt to have it blessed by a priest, and prayed for a St. Christopher medal for the car for him.

I hoped he would be protected and stay safe.

But that medal was never hung in his car.

Whether he cherished it or not was all too obvious.

With the push from both our parents, my relationship with Oliver progressed very quickly.

We met almost every day, eating and shopping together.

We chatted about the latest industry trends together.

The date for our engagement was also quickly set.

The night before the engagement, I was too nervous to sleep.

I sighed at the unpredictability of life.

A month ago, I was still fantasizing about spending a lifetime with Alexander.

Now, I am going to spend the rest of my life with Oliver.

Thinking of Oliver’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and eight-pack abs.

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I pursed my lips and smiled.

That works too, not a bad deal.

Early the next morning, I was called up to do my makeup and put on my dress.

The makeup artist was my favorite one, whom Oliver had flown in from abroad.

The dress was one he had pre-ordered years ago.

The venue chosen for the engagement banquet was highly private.

Both families only invited their closest people.

While exchanging vows and family blessings, my brother’s phone

rang.

None of us paid it any mind.

He stepped back a few paces to answer, cursing with a low laugh:

“You’re not even coming to Fernando’s engagement?

She called you brother plenty of times when she was little.”

The line went suddenly quiet, and after a while, Alexander’s hoarse voice came through:

“Who’s getting engaged?”

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