MILES’ POV—Walking into the house, I slam the door behind me, my hands itching just to punch something or someone.“Miles Armani!” My mother’s annoying screech comes from the living room and I make my way there, plopping down on the couch across them.I put my feet up on the coffee table, resting my hands behind my head.“How can I assist you?” I tease in a honorable manner. “Drop the act, I already heard what you did.” She drops her stack of papers on her lap, her one knee crossed over the other, her gaze hooded, anger radiating off her.I tut, clicking my tongue, “What did you expect from me?” I raise a brow, “That I accept her and swoon over her bleached hair?” My mother’s toes bounce up and down, her finger tapping against the paper stack beneath her hand.“I at least thought you’d have the courtesy to be polite.” She grits out, her jaw ticking with annoyance.“Courtesy?” I snort, “Like you had the courtesy to wait before arranging a marriage for me?” I cock my head and I pull
Huling Na-update : 2023-04-22
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