Novel & Cerita Don't Mind By Kent Jones

"The wedding planner called again. We still need to finalize the ceremony details." "I don't care about details. Whatever you want is fine." "Dante, it's our wedding. You should care at least a little." I looked at him properly. He was wearing one of my shirts, hair still messy from sleep, and I wanted to freeze this moment forever. "I care that you'll be there. The rest doesn't matter." "Romantic and avoidant. Very on brand." But he smiled. "Fine. I'll handle the details. You just show up and say 'I do.'"

“Oh.” Kent laughed, unperturbed “Don’t be so easily shaken, old friend. I was just thinking aloud. We don’t need all this rudeness, do we? We can still handle this like two gentlemen. After all, we have a common enemy who’s making things difficult for us, don’t we? And I’m not talking about your stepson.” He shrugged “My dear niece has been escaping death long enough. I think it’s time we settled this.”

“It’s the only love that has ever made sense.” I stared at him. For the first time, I didn’t see the king of the North. I saw a broken man. A man who had no idea what love was, and I also saw myself—the same loneliness. “Then learn,” I whispered. “Because I’m not your doll. I’m not your trophy. And I’m not Claire’s replacement.” Claire. She that shall not be named. I’ve never said her name like that. I know better. It’s the one line I’ve never crossed. But I cross it now.

I saw his jaw tense up. "Fine, I'm not acting professionally. Don't interfere in my matters. Why don't you take a day off and go on a date with Kenth today? If you want to flirt, find a private place instead of doing it in front of everyone. And if you have nothing else to do, at least learn to adjust, okay? It's noisy in the rehearsal room because someone is practicing, and you're making it worse. Don't you have any consideration? Because we do. Your presence is disturbing our rehearsal. Your friend doesn't even belong here, so why is he here? If he wanted to invite you on a date, he should have brought a sign with him."

Kent. "We're for people looking for Olwen. Please give us a moment." Mr. Kent bluntly replied: "Once we find the person, we will spend time discussing how to solve the problem. How do you feel?" Mr. Kent lowered his voice to persuade. He had just remembered a fact that was hard to change. That Kelly is not Ramos' rival. Therefore, Mr. Kent did not want to offend Ramos, Kelly could not win against Ramos. So be humble, it is necessary to accept what Ramos wants unconditionally.

What I wouldn't have given for it to be more playful, or at least somewhat loving. "We're good, and I should fire you and hire Erica here. She's the only one among you who doesn't goof off all the time." Kent stood up and glanced down at me. "You want a CFO job?" "Not only no, but hell no." I stood up and twisted around, stretching my back. "Well, damn. Never mind, son. You're stuck." Kent turned and handed me the final sketch. "I love the last one. Swing it by Mitch and let's get rolling on it. Great job, as always."

“How can you come into my room like that without knocking? You startled me! What if I knocked you off and you died?“ Jared scolded him, but in reality he was very embarrassed. Kent smiled and took a seat on the couch. He loved the look on his friend's face which is something he has been trying to do for a long time. Jared has just been too cold for long enough. “You don't look like you would knock me off. I mean you were busy talking to yourself about some girl who likes another guy. Did you end up falling in love with the wrong person?“ Kent said, taking a seat on the couch. “What are you doing bro? I mean this is my room you should at least knock before coming in!“ Kent shrugged with a smi

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