บททั้งหมดของ Boyfriend for Sale: บทที่ 381 - บทที่ 390

AUTHOR's P o V~~~   As soon as Alex went inside, he was greeted by the questioning stares of Harold, Sam and others right away. Apparently, the other party entered with all smiles; sporting a silly grinning face all the way to his room. It was for that reason why, the group of people who has been staying with him at the same place could not help but turn their heads to his direction as he walked past them. They even followed him with this quizzical look written all over their faces. It was clear for all eyes to see that they were totally weird out by the way how Alex was behaving at that time. For the benefit of the doubt, Sam and Harold eventually ended up taking the initiative to run after Alex and followed him all the way into his room while the rest, on the other hand, only followed them with their gazes. They intended to learn where the other party had been the other ni

Jodi never talked about her stepmom with them, as such they have no idea that the other party looked way much younger than her actual age. When Mathilde waltz inside her office, everyone fought hard the urge to drop their jaw in amazement of her beauty. Saying that she looked stunning was an underestimation. In fact, even the word gorgeous was not enough to give justice to her beauty. Mathilde possessed the kind of beauty that could cause the downfall of a nation. Her long and jet black hair that cascaded down to her waist created a stark contrast to her bold red lips and red outfit. The sound of her high heels as she walked down the marbled floor like a  next top model added a domineering air to her presence. This pair of red stiletto of hers matched with her tailored lady's suit of the same color which fitted perfectly on her body frame, accentuating her curves. It was sure as hell that a girl like her could convince anyone to pay her attention wherever s

AUTHOR's P o V~~~  "It is nice to see you again, Mr. Almiro." Jodi said and when she failed to get a response from the other party she purposely widened her smile until her eyes were almost gone and for some reason, as soon as she did that, recognition started to dawn on Mr. Almiro's face. "Is that you Jodi?' Mr. Almiro asked in disbelief as he gave the lady before him a once over. Jodi on the other hand did not confirm it directly and just said, "It has been a while." Seeing the familiar figure of a child whom he once watched growing up seemed to do the job of enthralling Mr. Almiro. The other party used to be a family driver of the Nordstorme family and in fact used to serve them together with Butler James, Butler John's late father. Mr. Almiro worked with the family until the accident but after Shantal

The picture of that woman in red was still clear at Mr. Almiro's head as if he had only seen her yesterday. Everything that transpired that night at the hospital as well as the details of their conversation became a vivid  memory to him. It was crystal clear not because he wanted to remember them, rather, this became his recurring nightmare that haunted him up to these days. In fact, the woman's bold red lipstick and her pair of red stiletto that she was wearing night caused Mr. Almiro to develop an irrational fear and aversion towards anything that was color red in general. He became erythrophobic because of Mrs. Angeles. After hearing the story straight from Mr. Almiro's mouth,  Jodi felt weak and  nauseous. All this time, she had been living with a murderer!" "Did my mom----" Jodi  paused and quickly changed the way she addressed her stepmom. "Did Mrs. Angeles really say that t

HAROLD's P o V~~~   We have no idea what happened at Alex last night but I could bet my wrist that something really good must have happened to him if he was behaving that way. Why would I think so, you asked? Well, apparently, as soon as the person in question walked in and appeared right before our doorstep, the first thing that greeted our eyes was his big smile. Not only that, Alex also seemed to be too caught up on his own merry world that he did not even noticed us gawking at him, in the first place. He just waltz in without greeting us and headed to his room unbothered with the questioning stares being thrown at his direction. Curious, I followed my good friend all the way to his room and when I looked at my colleagues to check who was in with me, I saw Sam sporting the same expression as mine. I nodded my head and gestured to her to come after me and Sam followed with