He's Just Not That Into You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I nearly spit out the mouthful of soda I had in my mouth at her insinuation. "What?! No we barely know each other I'm not in love with him!" Poppy tilts her head to the side smiling lazily. "I think the lady doth protest too much. It's okay if you are you know, it's not like I would judge you for falling for him. And from the sounds of things I'd say he's probably feeling the same way"

Camden's eyes widened. His mouth moved like he had something to say, but no words came out. He was struggling to keep his breath under control, but my words sliced through him like knives. There was a tremor in his voice. "Ellie… Why would you say that I disgust you? I love you. I've never lied about that." I subtly took two steps back to widen the distance between us. "Maybe you did love me, but you've always loved yourself more. Am I wrong? If you gave up Kirsty for me today, what's stopping you from dropping me tomorrow when someone richer comes along?"

"Johnny, seriously? Enough already. You haven't answered my calls or come home, and now you're here causing a scene? There's a time and place for tantrums. I'll have the driver take you home." She reached out to grab my arm. I stepped back, dodging her touch, and let out a laugh. "Don't flatter yourself, Sylvie. I'm not here for you." Tyler cut in, voice sharp and mocking. "Johnny, today's for professionals. You're not seriously here to compete in design, are you? Do you even know design? I mean, I get that you're in love with Sylvie, but you don't need to humiliate yourself." Sylvie frowned slightly, perhaps uncomfortable with his tone. But then she noticed something—something on my face.

Just enough for him to register the weight behind the question. Then he laughs. A full, amused laugh. “Oh, Marcella,” he says. “That question already tells me too much. So this is the reason for the call.” “Please don’t tease me.” I groan. “Just asking for a friend.” “RealIy? A friend?? Anyways I tease because I care,” he says lightly. “Now listen. When I like someone and they don’t like me back, I don’t give up.” I frown. “You don’t?”

“Didn’t you want a sleep balm? Bring the tree back to life first.” “How… How could this be?” I ignored his disbelief. “How could it not? Charles, hot water could produce smoke… but so could sulfuric acid. You should know that much chemistry.” My mocking words struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he was left speechless. “Do you still think I’m divorcing you over a tree?” He lowered his head in silence. After a moment, I heard low and stifled sobs from him. Seven years of devotion, and all I got in return was a single sentence at that family banquet, “You chose this. I didn’t force you.”

He wasn’t eating. “You don’t look eager to go home.” “There’s nothing there that interests me.” He replied, opening a juice bottle and placing it near me. “Hm.” I took another bite. “That’s why you should get married. Siana will…” “Don’t.” His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was firm. “Don’t do it.” I cleared my throat. “Do what?” “You know exactly what.” He sighed. “The way you keep trying to push Siana on me. It’s not good.”

Why was he telling me this? ‘I’m not romantically interested in her. Or any other woman, as a matter of fact.’ ‘Okay, noted. Got it—’ My head froze mid-nod. Wait, what? He was not into Jaclyn. Or any other woman. What did that mean? He was not into women? Was he… into men? But hadn’t Kai said Lochlan and Jaclyn had some on-again, off-again drama? I stared at Lochlan’s too-handsome face.

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

"You need to stuck this in your head." "Stuck what?" I managed to asked boldly, and grumpily. The fact I wasn't well dressed, made so uncomfortable. "You're bold right now." He said as he tucked his arms across his chest. "There's one thing you need to know." He continued. "I don't have interest in you, and I'll never have interest in you. So, don't try to act all smart." "Please..." I snorted. "I don't have any interest in you either." I spoke sharply. My fear disappeared little by little. I guessed my self respect was my strength.

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