Cash And Nico Face Reveal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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He wrapped his hands around my waist with obvious hesitation, and I placed mine on his shoulders, staring directly into his eyes. I couldn't understand his sudden, drastic mood swing, but I wasn't going to ask. It was none of my business anyway, and I was honestly glad he was keeping his mouth shut. We finished the shoot within minutes. When Mr. Zack tried to pay him, Nico refused the money, telling them to just give it all to me instead. He bent down, scooped Coco and Boba into his arms, and walked out without a single parting word. What was his problem?

Iniko I didn’t think twice about announcing that Brooke is mine. However, the moment I say it, I see the shock on her face. I grin as she looks behind her before looking back at me. I slowly get to my feet and everyone moves out of the way as I walk toward her.

greeted an elderly man behind the counter, his face lighting up with a warm smile as he recognized Izan. “How have you been, Nico?” Izan asked, returning the smile. “Still kicking,” Nico replied with a chuckle before his eyes fell on me, his smile widening. “And who might this be?” Izan nodded towards me proudly. “This is my girlfriend,” he declared, and my breath caught in my throat at the word. I turned to look at him, feeling a rush of warmth as he flashed me a tender smile.

Asheton smiled tenderly as he planted a chaste kiss on my cold slightly parted lips. You mean that was... just a... dream? Shit. Somewhere off to the side, someone coughed. Numbly, I followed the sound, locking eyes with Nico as he rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks were ablaze as he shuffled from one foot to the other. "Hey Cash," he smiled awkwardly. "You, uh... going to introduce us?" My lips parted, the words already on my tongue the moment his gaze shifted to stare at the toes of his shoes. Like he'd just seen something he shouldn't have. And like he didn't want me to see the face he was making...

"You dumb, selfish prick! Look! It's everywhere! You're ruined! He's ruined!" The phone screen blared the headline, the photos, the comments. My blood ran cold, then hot with shame. It was real. It was out. The world was crashing down. Nico, who had gone completely still, slowly turned his head to look at the phone in Rita's hand, then back to me, his face utterly pale. The anger in his eyes was replaced by a dawning horror, a profound, sickening realization. "Exposed?" Nico whispered, his voice barely a breath. "Everyone knows?" His gaze locked onto mine, disbelief swirling in his eyes. "Alex...''

"Bruno is abroad? Weird, I had breakfast with him this morning. I gotta call him to see if he had a clone." She pulled out her phone and made a video call. Seconds later, Bruno's face filled the screen, his grin warm and grandfatherly.

I scanned the room and spotted Nica immediately, she waved, like she’d seen us the moment we walked in. “There she is,” I said to Carlos, motioning toward her table. He followed me closely. “Hello,” I greeted Nica with a light kiss on the cheek. “Hey Rebecca, how are you?” she said warmly. Carlos pulled out my chair for me, and I sat down. Then he took his seat beside me. “Hi, I’m Carlos. You must be Nica, it’s really nice to meet you in person,” he said, extending his hand. “Actually, it’s Veronica,” she said with a smile as she shook it. “Nica’s just what my friends call me.”

"But if I didn't do it, my boss would've punished me." Adam didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. His gaze held me captive, waiting. Before I could say more, the doors burst open once again. This time, it was Nico. His face was pale, his blue eyes showing something I hadn't seen before. Not anger or shock, but deep sorrow. His eyes met mine, and he opened his mouth, but at first, he just breathed heavily. He shook his head slightly, like he was trying to wake up from a terrible dream.