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"Winnie! You finally came to see me! I knew you couldn't bear to let me go!" Whitney looked at him coldly and raised her hand, slapping the flowers out of his grip. Petals scattered across the ground and were swept away by the wind, like her shattered past. "For my own good?" Whitney let out a cold sneer. Her voice was sharp and icy, carrying clearly across the entire crowd. "So your idea of love was humiliating me? Trampling on me? Joining forces with others to deceive me? Watching me fall apart for your entertainment?

I really love you, Abby exclaims. Debbie felt the sincerity of that voice and it must be Abby. How she wish that is it her. ‘Look Alexis, I don’t know you and I’m so sorry. I’m in love with someone now.’ Debbie excuse herself for a moment. She cries and walks out the garden. Abby follows her and whispers again. ‘Why you’re crying? You’re not alone. I’m here for you and embrace Debbie. Come on, sweet, can we have dinner now? ‘

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

Mitchelle told the lady attending to Bianca, “Miss Mitchelle, do you still love sir Alex?” Bianca asked before she could switch the topic. “You know what? You and Felix are just the same and the both of you are so persistent. Anyway, I don’t know because I know nothing about love. What does anybody know about love, right?” Michelle voiced out. “Oh, I know some things about love!” Bianca said. “Really, have you fallen in love?” Mitchelle asked while she stared at Bianca attentively.

Being an ex-regular, Bianca was well aware that it was unusual for them to have special clients. With that, she was prompted to ask, “…May we know who the client is?” “Oh! She’s Dennis Stanley’s goddaughter who goes by Whitney Baun! She used to be Young Master Burton’s first love, I think. That would certainly explain why she carries his gold card around-”

"How dare you, Bianca?" "Don't worry, I will never hurt Gianni. I love that boy like he's my son." I almost scoffed if not for the seriousness of the moment. "Love? Bianca, you are not capable of love. That is one of the reasons why you would never, ever be a woman on my list. Even if I was the only man in the world and you were the only woman, I'd rather pick a baboon." Her face turned into a dark red, and she stomped her foot on the ground, her chest heaving.

“I love you.” The words hung in the air, heavier than any vow. His chest heaved as if the admission itself was a battle won with blood. Bianca blinked, stunned by the naked truth in his tone. Her walls trembled but she remembered the council, the stares, the humiliation. She remembered his silence. “You say you love me,” she whispered, stepping closer, eyes glistening. “Then why was it so easy to believe the worst of me?”

Dumbfounded, Bianca breathed heavily “I have always hoped to marry you. I didn’t expect my dream to come true.” Bianca’s eyes welled up. “I never had reliable friend or lover since I was at the orphanage Ryan. Meeting you and receiving love from you made me crave you but you...." “What about now? Do you still love me, Bianca?” Ryan teared up and asked eagerly. He held Bianca’s left hand, including her little finger that the machine was plugged into, tight. She pulled her hand away from his grasp as if to save her broken heart from him.

I dragged in a breath. She scoffed. “Wasn’t expecting anything less?” She struggled to free her arm, peeling my fingers off with the other hand. “Let me go. Some of us care about people we claim to love!” She was emotional, and she was easily swayed by people and things. I was so sure she would cry over the puppy videos. I gritted my teeth. This was Bianca’s karma. Was I a monster for loving that? “I care, too.” “Prove it to me. Prove that you are the man I fell in love with and not some selfish bastard who can't let go of the past!”

Hadn't she already decided, and just confirmed, to be a singleist? Could a singleist also have the feeling of love? Were these two things compatible peacefully? Suddenly, Frost's phone rang. Bianca immediately pushed away from Frost like a spring, taking a few steps back to wipe her mouth. These short seconds of a kiss felt like they had kissed for a century. Bianca remembered the slight misgivings that had just arisen, biting her tongue tightly, warning herself fiercely in her heart: "Bianca, a single is destined to be single for life, not to be entangled by love, don't deceive yourself, singleism is incompatible with love! Don't forget who you are! Don't forget what you're supposed to do!"