Within milliseconds, Luke hurriedly shoved Holly away. Her head smacked against the car door, turning her face ghostly white as she winced from the pain. Luke, looking all kinds of worried, quickly fixed his rumpled clothes and rolled down the window. His eyes darted to Cecilia standing outside. Luke, who was usually cool-headed, sounded distressed, "Girlfriend? No way, Holly got hurt, I was just helping her out." Holly looked up to Cecilia's gaze, which was cool, deep, and drop-dead gorgeous. It was like comparing perfection to her mess and mortification. She was the polar opposite of Cecilia. Holly was all curves and sweet innocence with a side of allure — a walking daydream for many guys. Cecilia looked like she was sketched by a goddess, she only had graceful lines and an air of untouchable grace. Holly knew their history, Luke and Cecilia were childhood friends. They went to the same schools and even went abroad together. To all the old folks, and Holly herself, befo
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