All Chapters of HUNTING MR. RIGHT: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It didn't take Avelyn long to wait for Elvis to make a luxurious and amazing wedding party. Within two weeks, Elvis has prepared all kinds of needs for their wedding party. The man's nimble movement was admittedly quite impressive because Elvis did not involve her in organizing her own wedding party. She was just left to work as usual, resting in her comfortable apartment, then they would talk at night around eight for an hour to talk about whatever they found enjoyable. The only thing Avelyn did in her wedding preparations was to try on the luxurious ivory white wedding dress that Elvis had ordered from a well-known boutique in LA. For the price, Avelyn really didn't want to think about it because Elvis would definitely not buy a cheap dress for his bride to wear. And for the dress style, Avelyn was very grateful that the man's taste was not bad. In fact, according to Avelyn, Elvis's taste was very good because they both had the same taste. Now Avelyn was staring at her nails being

For more than thirty minutes Avelyn waited for Michael in the living room nodding off. It felt like her eyes were very heavy, and she was hungry too. In addition, her damp clothes felt uncomfortable on jer body, making Avelyn feel very angry with Michael for kidnapping her and ignoring her. Avelyn had been shivering to be in the living room alone all along. Not a single person there passed. Even the waiter, no one appeared just to greet Avelyn as usual. In the large living room, Avelyn was only accompanied by a few jumbo-sized photos, all of which had an unfriendly facial expression. All the photos on the wall are of Michael's ancestors. In the last row of photos, Avelyn could see a portrait of Michael's current face staring at the camera with a sharp and arrogant gaze. How disgusting! Avelyn thought irritably. No wonder Michael went wild like that. He must have felt bored living in his luxurious, yet cold home. If his mother weren't around, Michael would have been lonely and feeling

Stepping into a room with a masculine feel that the owner had long abandoned felt so different. The room was cold now. The winds blowing from the gaps in the windows were so freezing, instead it should have brought the scorching summer air out there. How long has the room been left? The answer was months ago. The owner was killed in a single accident that occurred on the streets of Columbia. Lean took a deep breath, then exhaled strongly with emotion. In that room he had many memories with Michael. Memories of when they discussed business, discussed the past, or discussed love. All things related to that man did not escape Lean's attention because they both grew up carrying old wounds from the past. Sitting on Michael's dusty black chair, it felt like Lean could still feel Michael's warm body there. The man liked to sit for hours in his office thinking about the various kinds of innovations he wanted to develop for his company. The company he started himself with all the sweat and pa

About five hundred meters from the main door of the hotel, Lean can already find the beach sand that becomes the barrier between the paved roads and the exotic shoreline. The sight of palm trees waving in the wind is the first sight Lean sees after entering the beautiful Balboa Beach area. After that, Lean can see various kinds of tourists from various countries sunbathing or chatting around the rented mats sold by local residents for tourists who want to sunbathe or just chat while enjoying the snacks they buy around the beach. At first glance Lean imagined that things like that would be fun if he did it with someone he loved. A woman maybe. Unfortunately Lean was too upset to carry on with his shadow because it would only hurt him in the end. A woman? thought Lean bitterly. There will be no woman in his life. It will never exist until it rots in the ground in eternity. Lean looked doubtfully at a brown haired woman who had just bumped into him. The woman is now sitting on the brown

“The food at the restaurant was really good!” Avelyn giggled and fidgeted a little as she stepped out of Lean’s Vette. She was a little drunk from drinking two shots of brandy. She's a really bad drinker. She shouldn't have let herself take two shots of brandy. "Be careful, Ave. You could fall flat on the warm sand beach." Lean walked briskly from the driver's door. He grabbed Avelyn's shoulder quickly before Avelyn fell down on the sand because her feet had just tripped over a rock. Avelyn's cheek pressed against Lean's hard chest, she looked up briefly to look at Lean, then giggled again in an annoying voice. "You know, leaning against your chest is really comfortable." Lean smirked. "I don’t mind. You can lean in there as long as you want.” "No no no." Avelyn moved her index finger in front of Lean's face. “I am a married woman. Leaning on your chest too long is not good.” Lean was excited to see the adorable Avelyn when she was drunk. Her index finger danced in front of his