Novel & Cerita Chitoge Smile

my mom asks, the corners of her mouth lifting into a tiny, cat-like smile. #Cha

"I knew it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have laughed so happily." Happy? She thought that she had been frowning all the time. How could she be happy? "Am I smiling?" Chloe nodded and said in a very strange manner, "That's right! You've been smiling all the time! Although ordinary people can't see it, I just know that you're smiling." "..." Was she smiling? Why? Why should I smile? Is it because I still want to hold a wedding with him even if I say no? "I must be right!"

Tobias had this cheeky grin on his face and as much as I was angry at Chase, Tobias had this contagious glow that made me want to smile too. "There it is, there's that smile I was looking for. Keep smiling just like that and they may just put your photo on the front cover."

More than that, he’s smiling. It’s nothing elaborate. It’s small. A Vincent smile. I take it.

I shoved the image into a mental dumpster, lit it on fire, and turned my attention forward. Christof sat behind the desk like it was a throne. One arm draped lazily, posture relaxed, perfectly composed. What he did next shocked me to my bone. He smiled, teeth and all. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen Christof smile before. All the time actually, polished smiles for investors, indulgent ones for Pepa, amused ones when he was ruining someone’s day. But this one was different. This one was for me. It wasn’t warm, neither was it friendly. It was… coy. Like he’d found a puzzle piece under the couch and was deciding whether to keep it or throw it away.

It fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. Julian stood at the entrance of the cafe with Rachel standing right behind him. He was dressed in an expensive tailored suit while I was wearing a cheap uniform with coffee stains. It was as if there was an unsurpassable rift between us. Julian swept his gaze over the name tag that was pinned to my chest. His lips curled up into a mocking smile as he sneered, "I was wondering how capable you were, Cecilia. So, you can only wait tables in this sort of place after leaving me?"

I grin like a Cheshire cat. Let's do this shit.

To everyone's astonishment, Asher, who was known for his aloof demeanor and disinterest in women, did not immediately push her away. Instead, a faint, almost indulgent smile appeared on his handsome, chiseled face. The smile was subtle, but it was there—enough to make the onlookers gasp and the camera operator zoom in closer, capturing every detail of his expression.