Sorry, We're Divorced
"Oh, you don't like it? I noticed a lot of girls in our school have them, so I thought you'd like them too. What do you like, then? I'll get you something else next time."
Noelle was at a loss for words. She was wondering how to turn him down when a deep voice sounded from behind her. "She doesn't like anything, Mr. Donovan, so don't bother!"
Quentin walked over. Dressed in a sharp navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath, he looked dignified and handsome. For a moment, Sawyer was stunned as he stared at him. Then, he stood up and greeted him, "Hello, sir!"
Quentin was tongue-tied. "Who the heck are you calling sir?" He was growing tired of it! He desperately wanted to kick this clueless
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