Fine Thank You Novelas e Histórias

“What?” “Thank you.” XXX

Cristian listened to her words patiently and then comforted her, “Okay, do whatever you think is right but remember I will always be waiting for you here.” Listening to Cristian’s comforting words, Lisa who was trying hard to not cry suddenly burst into tears and said in a hoarse voice, “I know Cristian, Thank you” “There is no Thank you and Sorry in friendship. You little fool” Cristian teased her; he clearly knew she was crying at the moment. Lisa sniffed while crying and then argued, “You’re the fool,” Both chuckled lightly. She closed her eyes in pain and then said with a choked throat, “Its time, Cristian.”

“Thank you.” -------

But underneath the table, where no one can see it, I press my thumb to the faint mark on my wrist and think: thank you. For the money, yes. But also for the other things. The dermatologist. The apartment. The tylenol because I've ulcer and for finding my clitoris easily 'Thank you.'

"Absolutely sure. Actually, I wanted a man to be my secretary. And, you are perfect for the job." "O-fine sir. Thank you for your trust in me." "With pleasure. I like all your work. And, please replace me if there is a meeting anywhere. You can take care of yourself. I still have a lot of work to do." "Very well, sir. I'll take good care of it. Once again, thank you." "Yaya. Then, I'll hang up the phone first. I still have a lot of work to do today." "Very well, sir. Thank you."

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She murmured, "Thank you." THE END ≈≈

“Dylan Shea, why are you throwing a tantrum for this time? I just scolded you a bit earlier today, but it was your fault to begin with!” I glanced at her. “I’m not in the habit of accepting other people’s leftovers.” Nia was a smart woman, so she knew what I meant. Even so, she huffed indignantly, “Who said this was a leftover? The packaging’s just a little damaged. You’re such a pain!” The next second, though, her phone rang with a text notification, and she could not suppress her smile. Even her tone was much gentler. “You’re always overthinking. Fine, I’ll get you another gift later. Happy now?”

I said thank you to him more than a million times, but I still felt it’s not enough. He paid my hospital bills for three good years. Angels do exist in human form. “This is too much. How can I repay your kindness?” I asked, looking at him with awe and gratitude. “Be my contract wife,”

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