The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 117

Angelo stood outside Miley’s apartment building, holding a velvet box in his hand.

He opened the box, it was the diamond necklace he had Priscilla help pick out. The sun was shining brightly

today, making the diamond pendant sparkle.

He stared at the pendant for a few seconds, suddenly remembering Priscilla’s eyes going from hopeful to

disappointed and indifferent when he said, “I know you don’t like it, so I’m asking for your help to try it on.”

He gripped the box tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Buy her another one when you go back.

He rang the doorbell.

When Miley opened the door, her eyes lit up and she smiled as if she had been expecting it.

She was wearing a light–colored dress, her hair loosely tied up, looking gentle and harmless.

“Angelo?” She blinked, “How did you get here?”

Angelo paused for a moment and finally just said, “I didn’t say I’d go out with you today to find inspiration.”

Miley nodded with a smile, unaware of his concerns, “I almost forgot, wait here, I’ll change my shoes.”

Angelo gripped the steering wheel, with Miley’s excited voice in his ear. In the past, he would patiently agree, but today, for some reason, he felt heavy–hearted, making it hard for him to catch his breath.

They went to the botanical garden in the suburbs.

The autumn sun shone through the leaves and dappled the ground. Miley walked beside him, occasionally pointing out a plant and explaining softly.

She minored in horticulture in college, and she really knows her stuff when talking about it.

Angelo gradually relaxed.

At noon, they had lunch at the restaurant in the park. Miley specifically ordered his favorite dish and also got

a bottle of red wine.

“You were in a bad mood today,” she poured him a drink, sounding confident.

Angelo looked up at her and asked, “Is it that obvious?”

“When you frown, there will be a faint line here.” She reached out, her fingertips stopping an inch away from his brow, then casually pulled back, “It’s been like this since college.”

He was slightly taken aback.

After Miley said this, his first reaction in his mind was, “Priscilla has said the same thing before.”

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Angelo’s hand tightened slightly, the knife and fork sliding in the plate, making a faint sound.

Miley acted like she didn’t hear.

In the afternoon, they went to see a movie.

In the dark, Miley’s hand quietly covered his, fingertips slightly cold, Angelo hesitated for a moment, gently holding back.

That necklace seemed to have absorbed his body temperature, but he never found the right time to give it

away.

When the movie ended, it was already dark outside.

Miley suggested going to a nearby bar for a drink, Angelo was a bit distracted, he unconsciously nodded in

agreement.

In the bar restroom, he washed his face with cold water. When he looked up, the reflection in the mirror

showed his eyes looking dull and unclear.

What was he doing?

Today was supposed to be a rare date with Miley, but all he could think about was Priscilla’s figure.

I’m going crazy…

He wiped the water stains off his face, about to push the door open, when he heard Miley’s voice not far

away.

She seemed to be on the phone, her tone completely different from just now.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t know anything… Those fans did a good job, just want Priscilla to taste the taste of

being cyberbullied… Yeah, keep inciting, better make her not even dare to go out the door…”

Angelo’s body stiffened, and his blood slowly turned cold.

When he approached, Miley had just hung up the phone. She looked a bit flustered for a moment, but quickly

regained her composure.

“Have you been waiting for a long time?” she asked with a smile.

Angelo stared at her, his voice low: “Were you the one who arranged for those fans to attack Priscilla?”

Miley’s smile didn’t change, “Angelo, what are you talking about?”

“I heard it,” he took a step forward, his aura so intimidating, “Those rumors, you set them up…and you even wanted to cyberbully her.”

“Priscilla didn’t have any grudges against you, she even helped with your case. Why did you do this?”

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