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He continued with a smirk, “And I have a great sense of humor.” This time, I actually scoffed out loud. A great sense of humor? Did he even have a sense of humor to start with? “You’re kidding, aren’t you?” I asked, shaking my head. “Sense of humor? You think you’re funny?” “Admit it,” he countered. Of course, he was joking. “I’m funny.” “No, you’re not, Christian,” I shot back, still shaking my head. “But I have to admit, it’s one of the qualities I look for in a man. I love a guy who can make my ribs ache with laughter.”

I laughed easily, there was no way I could even pretend not to– He had a nice sense of humor. “We’re leaving. Now.” Christian’s voice suddenly cut through our conversation and immediately, my smile dropped. I turned between him and David, Christian did not look like he needed any introduction, he was openly glaring at David, and if he could shoot fire from his eyes, David would be nothing but soot by now. So I turned to David and started to bid him goodbye. “Oh. Okay, it was nice talking to you…” I said with a smile but I felt Christian get closer to me.

“Wow! I’m so proud of your mature thinking now!” His lips curved mischievously. “Well…” I didn’t say a thing anymore. But he added deeper words, “You just don't realize it, but sometimes a crazy person, like me, is actually the most thoughtful and serious of all.” I laughed a bit and gently hit the book on his arm. “How I despised it when you were like that, Christian! Hahaha! I know you!” “Why? Because you’re starting to find me cuter and afraid that you might fall in love with me?” he teased.

Chapter 71 I was elbow-deep in paperwork when I heard it—Christian laughing. Not the polite chuckle he used during formal meetings or the soft laugh I usually heard when we were alone. This was real laughter, the kind that made his whole body shake. I peeked through the crack in his office door. Christian sat sprawled in his desk chair, feet propped up on the edge of his desk like some kind of normal person instead of the uptight Alpha who usually sat with perfect posture. Marcus stood by the window, mid-story, gesturing wildly with his hands.