“Then why are you still looking at him!”
I laughed scornfully, leaning back against Miles with my arms crossed.
“Am I looking at him?”
I was actually looking at Frank’s hand resting firmly on the girl’s slim waist.
And the knowing glance he exchanged with the drunk guy.
He got the pretty girl and good publicity for the bar.
Killing two birds with one stone.
He was so calculating.
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It made me wonder how many times I’d been manipulated in those seven years.
Disgusting.
“Let’s go home.” I patted Miles‘ broad shoulder, no longer wanting to get involved in Frank’s mess.
Miles hesitated, his face full of restraint.
“To my place?”
“Uh, sure, your place works.“”
Miles looked increasingly uncomfortable as he waited for my decision.
I narrowed my eyes and leaned close to his ear, pretending to be serious.
“Of course-”
“I’m going to my home, and you’re going to yours!”
I quickly walked away, waving goodbye to Miles.
“Goodnight Miles!”
By the time Miles realized I’d tricked him, I was long gone.
He unconsciously smirked, savoring the moment:
“I’ll get you back for this.”
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Frank clinked glasses with the girl, gently calming her frightened heart.
But his eyes were fixed firmly on Miles and me.
Seeing us walk away one after the other, he couldn’t help but feel pleased.
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“Still so faithful.”
“She must really love me.”
On a cruise ship.
“Mom, don’t worry. I’ll definitely snag a rich husband for you at this masquerade ball!”
I reassured my mom on the phone as I gazed at the roaring sea.
“Yeah right, with your taste in men?”
“You wasted seven years being fooled, and now the neighbor’s daughter already has
grandkids!”
I was momentarily speechless at my mom’s scolding.
“Sweetie, you and Miles have been childhood sweethearts. Our families know each other so well. Have you really never considered him? Old Mr. Young has always wanted you as a granddaughter–in–law!”
I kicked at imaginary pebbles on the ground.
“Mom! Stop worrying! I have my own pace!”
Besides, if Miles really liked me, why hasn’t he said anything?
He probably doesn’t even see me as a woman!
I might as well find a boyfriend here today.
Like that guy at 2 o’clock in the black mask. He looks good.
His tailored suit hides an irresistibly attractive physique.
“Hi, care for a drink?” I confidently walked over to greet him.
The man smiled and bowed slightly, clinking his glass with mine.
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“Pleasure to meet you.”
I downed my drink in one gulp and casually asked:
“Are you here alone? May I have the honor of being your dance partner?”
The man chuckled, his deep voice vibrating in my ears.
I shifted back slightly, feeling a bit uncomfortable chuckled, his deep.
“I’d be honored, but I don’t think your boyfriend would be too happy about that.”
I blinked in confusion, following the man’s gaze.
Miles was frantically looking around, seeming lost.
“Miles?”
I apologetically excused myself from the man and ran over to chat up Miles.
“Hey handsome! Wanna drink?”
Miles gulped and stayed silent, shaking his head like he wanted to run away.
I forcefully grabbed his neat tie, running my hands over his fit body.
“Hey don’t go! Your pecs are really nice!”
Miles‘ breathing grew increasingly erratic from my teasing. He angrily burstratic from my
