We Got Love, The Crazy Kind novel Chapter 2

Fiancée?

Paparazzi looked each other and started pressing their shutters again.

“Liam Croft! Didn’t you engage with Mia Cavendish, the daughter of the boss of Cavendish Property Group? Amber Currie is my girlfriend! Stop it!” Oliver Stein was panic to find the drama started to run out of his control.

Amber Currie was impressed by the sense of security given by this tall man.

So that was his name—Liam Croft.

Liam cast a cool glance at Oliver: “Amber is your girlfriend? Ask her again.”

Amber turned over and looked at Oliver. This handsome face, smeared with nose blood of his own, was rather hideous yet funny-looking.

Was this man the sweetheart she loving for four years? Why on earth he sold her out to set up Liam Croft? On all accounts Oliver Stein had never loved her for sure!

Her heart was burning in sadness when all the sweet memories and loving whispers were falling apart, proven by this dirty trap as nothing but lies.

Tears started to run down again against her will. Amber cleared her throat and tried to control her voice: “Liam, who is this ridiculous man? Send them out. What a shame to ruin our beautiful night!”

Her hands, trembling and icy cold, held Liam’s arm to keep herself from falling down.

Journalists stood gazing at one another, totally dumbfounded.

It was Oliver Stein who offered them the exclusive that President of the Watson Group was going to fuck a girl student, on the top of a generous “thank-you” reward of 4000 dollars for each of them to spot this “break-in” funny business.

The scandal of the boss of the Watson Group, what a perfect gossip news for Page Six! Not to mention the inviting offer of 4000 dollars—anyone would jump at the opportunity though Liam Croft was indeed a difficult guy.

Who would know they ended up with such an ugly moment?

“I said, get out.” Liam said, poker-faced, his voice deadly quiet. However, everyone present felt a shudder running through their veins.

Amber glanced at him confused. What an unfathomable man—coolly self-possessed in front of so many cameras.

The paparazzi rushed away, dragging the begrudged Oliver with them as well.

When the room quieted down, Liam walked towards the bedside ottoman straightaway and started to put on his shirt.

A glimpse of his strong chest and abdomen awoke Amber to a panic attack.

In a hurry, she put on her down jacket left in a corner and gave back the black coat to its owner. “Mr. Croft, thanks for your coat.”

Buttoning up his shirt with one hand, Liam took over the coat with another.

Black cashmere highlighted his slim, powerful fingers, tanned, healthy skin and his short, well-polished finger nails.